Rumors about the ressurection of Marcus Cole.

Monday just doesn't come fast enough does it?

Got to agree with Floaty, here.

I read this latest description of "Lore-based RP", and the first thought in my mind was "so, your idea of fun is to take someone else's character and roleplay as that character? Whatever happened to creating your own character and having fun with that, creating your own story, personality, goals, history, adventures and so forth? This isn't roleplaying being described, it's acting, which is a bit like roleplaying. In the same way that having a driving license is like rally driving: kind of similar, but nothing alike."

A few random thoughts, and since this discussion has now spread across multiple threads, I'm just going to put them all here.

Some people have defended the OP by comparing his adjustment of canon (and it is adjustment, have no doubt of that, since canon is what the devs tell us it is and nothing more) with the work of Dark Respite (a writer for whom I have great respect, for a number of reasons that aren't relevant here). The simple difference is that at no point has DR tried to convince anyone that TCoSR (and sequels) is canonical. It's at worst like an alternate reality version of events, things that could have happened, and we can take it or leave it. The OP is stating as fact that his versions of characters are true (even when in flat contradiction to canon).

I make characters who exist in the world of City of Heroes. My main has been suggested to have some sort of hate/hate relationship with Ms. Liberty, for example. But I have not once claimed that any of my characters are somehow "more canonical" than any others. I have never taken a canon character and claimed it as my own. Why? Because, even fitting in with canon, I have more creative freedom to write my own characters than to borrow someone else's.

Roleplaying as Marcus Cole, or Dr Vahzilok, or Bentley Berkeley, or a made-up demon lord who is somehow master of all demons and the effective creator of the Circle of Thorns is simply lazy. Can't come up with a character concept of my own, so I'll borrow a character that already exists and "expand" on them. A thousand and one Drizzt Do'urden clones all sniggered at the very thought.

It's weak, poor writing, and poor roleplaying, where the greatest kudos one person can give another is to say "I really like your character". Except it's not yours.

And that is the point of the "hatred". Make your own character that fits within the canon material we have been provided. Don't believe that you have the right to say "history happened this way, actually", and expect everyone else to agree.

I think the following is many people's feelings towards this thread:



EDIT: Oh and also, the Developers have clearly stated that Statesman is dead dead dead, never to return. You'll have a hell of a time convincing people otherwise. When was the last time a player got a say in the Lore? Never,that's when.

You also mention 'acting' and 'taking roles', and, as others have mentioned no one has offered you that role. By your logic, I could assume the position of any of your own characters. Not that I would, but under that logic, I could, simply by asserting myself.

If you want to know why people are so opposed to this, it's not because they don't understand, or they don't like RP, it's actually, very simple.

They don't want the lore dictated to them by someone who has not been appointed to do so.

If you really, really, really want this to happen, as mentioned before, you could convince a small group of people to RP exactly as you say so (Which sounds pretty [clappy], in my opinion)

But there is literally no way you will convince anyone of this idea.

It would be slightly less vomit-inducing if the person trying to tell us all how writing works could figure out how spelling and grammar work first.

I call dibs on being The Clockwork King. I can speak robot and I want a crack at making babies with that sweet Penny Yin. Boop Boop Beep Boop.

So my dibs doesnt count?

I must admit I get pointed to some unusual threads. On Virtue, you say?

Allow one of my Virtuites to respond to this.



Lynn held the warm styrofoam cup of hot chocloate in both hands. The morning was chilly here on Talos, typical for this time of year. She looked forward to the coming spring's warmer temperatures, wondering idly if her Kheldian friends were bothered at all by the temperatures.

She'd finally come to terms with the fact that she wasn't a Peacebringer, uniquely Earth-born. And come to realize it didn't lessen her gifts. As the heroine Linnurata, she'd been adopted by Voidbane's group, making friends with both Peacebringers and Warshades as they trained her and eased her into realizing the truth. She wasn't sure whose gratitude was greater, hers or her parents.

Of course, her birthday present was her application to host a Kheldian. She still chuckled at getting that from her folks.

Lynn's reverie was interrupted by the sound of a strident voice from down the street. Looking up from her cocoa, she saw a small crowd watching a rather ragged old man waving his arms and going on quite excitedly about something. She didn't know if it was trouble or not, so she drifted closer.

He was going on about being a demon, Exxon Valdez or some such, who drove a Bentley. At least that's what she thought she heard. She shook her head sadly and gauged the mood of the small crowd. She saw nothing but a mix of amusement and pity on most of the faces.

Then he started ranting about having resurrected Statesman.

She could feel the crowd's mood change. That was one loss the city had not gotten over just yet, and this sort of ranting could become dangerous for the old man. Stepping back, she pulled out her cell phone.

"Paragon psychiatric, Debbie speaking, how may I help you?"

She gave a quick rundown of the situation to the nurse on duty, who promised to send help. That taken care of, she drifted back to the small crowd. She picked out the people who were getting most upset and went to them, convincing them with gentle word to go about their business and not let the crazy man upset them.

Minutes later, she was waving goodbye to the ambulance taking the old man away. She hoped he'd get the help he needed. And a bath, while he was at it.

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