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[Harry Baldman]

Umm...nope. But apparently my character got eaten?

((Yeah, sorry. We just kind of assumed you weren't going to show up at all. It gets pretty awkward when you show up right after being pronounced inactive and ritualistically burned so that your life force may be used to rejuvenate another player.))

[wipeout1024]

((Mmhmm. It gets very awkward.))

[piecewise]

Great, so despite me saying it twice, no one actually sent the guy a PM before you murdered him? Wonderful.

((Mmhmm. It gets very awkward.))

Make a new character, we'll put you in as soon as you have it made. It can be a complete copy if you want.

And if you're gonna be inactive, let someone know. We have a fire wizard who solves his problems via killing people so anyone who is inactive for too long becomes ammo for him.

Make sure to eat her brain and heart. Power and Strength resides in those. Gotta eat to grow big!

"Thank's for lift hyenaman!"

We're gonna get a deathclaw with Kuru aren't we? You eat the brain and heart of the dead lady, despite feeling like her ghost is awkwardly standing right next to you, shaking her head.

"Hey, you guys left me behind. If you care. I know I'm pretty easy to ignore and such."

Go try to find some locals. be sure they can see my sweet bottle-bottom-shaped scar. Ask if anyone is willing to trade a tape recorder.

You hover down off the war beast and follow one of the meandering paths until you reach base of a mesa. At the end of a path is a rather makeshift way up the mesa wall, a combination of wooden ladders, rope and  carved out handholds to let someone climb the sheer side and reach the  flat top. This isn't quite as interesting as the fact that bordering the entire way up is a collection of bones, mostly skulls animal hides, frighteningly ugly wooden masks painted in garish colors and the occasional smoldering thing which might be a rod of incense with the dimensions of a drive shaft.

"Hey, you guys left me behind. If you care. I know I'm pretty easy to ignore and such."

Go try to find some locals. be sure they can see my sweet bottle-bottom-shaped scar. Ask if anyone is willing to trade a tape recorder.

"You are fairly easy to ignore if you wander off without explanation. But you're back now in any case."

Enjoy the praise given to me by the cat or whatever it is that's on my shoulder. Idly inspect myself for any additional physical differences as we move on.
...
Not checking to see if I have a massive wizard shlong, no, though that may be included if you wanna make a joke about it, PW. I'm not one to take away an honest opportunity like that.

You don't look different as far as you can tell, but you feel a little different. Hard to put your finger on.

Sebastian, looking for more and greater attention, attempts to, through will power and desire, make the warbeast very shiny, and himself even shinier.

[4]
You walk over and spitshine some screws and exposed metal pieces. It, in some small way, makes the warbeast shinier.

((A wizard's staff has a knob on the end))


"Now thiiiis is a fellow who knows... how to parrrty!  Let's get some sea shanties going!"

Sing a nice sailing song for the group.

You excitedly sing a shanty, stamping your feet and charging around the deck trying to get others involved.

If I still have my half-eaten chocolate bar (I don't think Xan ever mentioned taking it), drunkenly offer it to the weird not-dead hyena man as a replacement for his lost thingy. That's a good way to make friends, right?

Otherwise, drink some more then find a nice, safe spot to nap.

((Chocolate for canines! I second this motion!))

((Hyenas aren't canines, they're more like weird noncat cats.
...Probably still allergic to chocolate though.))

Hyenas are from the same suborder as cats; and chocolate is poisonous to cats as well as dogs, so there's a good chance it would be dangerous to hyenas too.

So lets say he rejects it and you just find a nice place to nap.

[Egan_BW]

Go try to find some locals. be sure they can see my sweet bottle-bottom-shaped scar. Ask if anyone is willing to trade a tape recorder.

Still doing all this. Fly up the ladders and stuff, looking out for anything actually valuable, but not obviously important. Think that there's probably a village up on top of the mesa.

[AoshimaMichio]

"Can anyone bust ghosts? I feel like here's one staring me."

[Harry Baldman]

Great, so despite me saying it twice, no one actually sent the guy a PM before you murdered him? Wonderful.

((We probably each individually assumed someone else would do it/had already done it.))

"Can anyone bust ghosts? I feel like here's one staring me."

"These things happen when you eat brains, clawfriend. Spiritual experiences, you see. That's why aborigines do it in the first place."

Offer Xan scarification services. As our resident shaman he ought to be properly initiated into the role. Maybe get the deathclaw to help!

[piecewise]

Great, so despite me saying it twice, no one actually sent the guy a PM before you murdered him? Wonderful.

((We probably each individually assumed someone else would do it/had already done it.))

Goddamn Bystander effect.

[Egan_BW]

I had nothing to do with this.

[Xantalos]

Great, so despite me saying it twice, no one actually sent the guy a PM before you murdered him? Wonderful.

((We probably each individually assumed someone else would do it/had already done it.))

Goddamn Bystander effect.

((I know I assumed I'd done it for some reason but looking through my sent PMs it's obvious I never did. Not sure how I missed that.))

"That'll be the brain you ate, most likely. I can put a ward into your forehead that should help ward it away."

If baby deathclaw agrees, burn a cool-looking pattern into his forehead with a hot poker or sword or other pointy thing/carve it into his forehead with my crab claw. Make an ominous production out of it, relying on his belief to make it real. Observe the results of my first thoughtform.

[Ozarck]

Hmm. good at information retrieval and at distracting and mesmerizing. there is no npc around to mesmerize, so I guess my action will be to
Learn all I can in one turn about how Xan's magic works, so that I may adapt and duplicate it's effects for my own, selfish, attention-getting purposes.

[AoshimaMichio]

Great, so despite me saying it twice, no one actually sent the guy a PM before you murdered him? Wonderful.

((We probably each individually assumed someone else would do it/had already done it.))

Goddamn Bystander effect.

((I know I assumed I'd done it for some reason but looking through my sent PMs it's obvious I never did. Not sure how I missed that.))

"That'll be the brain you ate, most likely. I can put a ward into your forehead that should help ward it away."

If baby deathclaw agrees, burn a cool-looking pattern into his forehead with a hot poker or sword or other pointy thing/carve it into his forehead with my crab claw. Make an ominous production out of it, relying on his belief to make it real. Observe the results of my first thoughtform.

((Usually it is GM's burden to remind players when they are up. And player's responsiblity to keep track of the game they wanted to join in. ER is exception.))

"If it makes ghosts go away, then sure. Will it ward all ghosts away?"

Permit Xan's fire brand performance on me. Looks like he knows what he's doing.

[Ozarck]

((Usually it is GM's burden to remind players when they are up. And player's responsiblity to keep track of the game they wanted to join in. ER is exception.))

"If it makes ghosts go away, then sure. Will it ward all ghosts away?"

Permit Xan's fire brand performance on me. Looks like he knows what he's doing.

((nah. If a player wants in, they will watch the thread. an extended inactivity means interest has waned. It was announced in thread more than once over a several week period. The GM's responisbility lies with what the GM decides is their responsibility as far as that goes.))

[DoctorMcTaalik]

Keep looking for evidence of deer shank, and questioning people frantically about whether they've seen her. Make sure to check that I definitely am not caring it, I guess (I still do according to the wiki page, but I believe that's just out of date). Continue having the aforementioned nervous breakdown.

((PW: You can process this as an action, or just interpret it as a "wait" post. Whichever you'd prefer.))

[wipeout1024]

Spoiler: CS (click to show/hide)

Name: Dianne Jones-Lee
Soul: Member of 60s Motown Girl Group, found dead in a motel room.
Incarnation:
A young black woman in her early 20s, with a beehive hairdo and a light blue sequinned top, and a dark blue skirt.
What You're good at:
1. Dancing- Being a member of a girl group, she learned to memorize dance routines on stage.
2. Public Speaking- Being on stage nearly 24/7 can do wonders for your confidence on-stage/
What you're bad at:
1. Jealousy- Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
2. Desperate- Will do nearly anything to be in front of the spotlight again
Your Hopes: BECOME FAMOUS AGAIN.
Your Fears: Not being noticed by anyone.
What you need to survive: Food, water, attention. Lots of it.
What's in your pockets: Some money, and makeup.

((Decided to make a new character.))
((PS: Sorry for not checking in on the thread. I was lurking regularly for a bit, then checked in more periodically.  I just like thought I'd get a reminder, though.))

[NJW2000]

I'd like to sign up, though I can't tell if the waitlist is nonexistent or three months long.

Spoiler: is this ok? (click to show/hide)

Name:
Il modello del Vaticano (Modello for short)

Soul: A six-by-two foot model of the vatican. Destroyed in mysterious circumstances in a swedish ski lodge during the filming of a Dan Brown adaptation.

Incarnation: A six-by-two foot model of the vatican, with six long, hairy camel legs, populated by very tiny nuns, monks, priests and clergymen.

What You're good at: Having FAITH

What you're bad at: Magic. All and any magic, unless having faith in other people and things counts as magic.

Your Hopes: Find and consume the body of a God, or similar creature.

Your Fears: Fire, not having someone to praise and have faith in, muskoxes, owls.

What you need to survive: Food for the population of tiny clergymen. No great deal, enough for a small child. Also wood, stone, whatever for repairs in case of damage.

What's in your pockets:  Camel Dung Pies.
Can most things needed for the functioning of a minature conurbation count as spoken-for? I mean, other people get to keep their muscle fibres and proteins and whatnot.