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[SOLDIER First]

((;-;))

[Empiricist]

((Okay, to be more specific, it's getting harder for me to come up with more "weird stuff" to use for games like that, because most of it goes straight into that Perplexicon game I'm helping run. And the sensible rejects get PM'd to USEC for Red Moons NPCs. And the not-as-sensible rejects are things like Bonewheels with guns that fire more Bonewheels and all of them have the Bed of Chaos growing out of them which you probably wouldn't want in a DRYH game.))

[kj1225]

((Argh, but if I run that I'd have to put actual time and effort into it, rather than just whatever the hell Fate/Apostasia will turn out to be >__<))

((Isn't that the thing where King Arthur is a girl?))

[Empiricist]

((To sum up what this nascent game concept is, imagine a Fate/Whatever game, made by someone who only knows a bit about it, only from second-hand sources, and still hates half of what they know about it. Hence Apostasia.))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((King Arthur's a girl in the REAL Fate/stay night. That's Apocrypha you might be thinking about, and Arturia!Saber doesn't show up there.))

[BlitzDungeoneer]

((...endlessly replicating Bonewheels?

You monster.))

[Empiricist]

That's Apocrypha you might be thinking about

((No I mean, if I ever do run that game, it's title would be Fate/Apostasia. Even though it basically removes about 90% or so of the plot, lore and setting of that actual series in order to satisfy my desire to make unicycle drive-bys viable.))

((...endlessly replicating Bonewheels?

You monster.))

((Um, remember that Perplexicon game where you agreed to serve that raven for pancakes? Well, I was helping Corsair behind the scenes with enemy design and we went a bit overboard. As in, imagine a Bonewheel that becomes more powerful the more blood its spilled (and it's spilled plenty of it) with a Bed of Chaos made out of magic-consuming nothingness growing out of it, and it's armed with a gun that fires ephemeral Bonewheels who transmute everything they touch in their short lives into more Bonewheels. Yeah, and somehow that still wasn't the cruelest bit we made.))
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((;-;))

Spoiler: ((Fine, how does this look?)) (click to show/hide)

You awaken in a burning field of blades. The moist earth is wreathed in perpetual fire, the cold blade-like tongues of flame surprisingly soft to touch, forming a well-kept lawn in the absence of grass. Looming above are mountains of ever-shifting clouds with the tallest peak bearing the merciless eye of judgement. Its burning gaze echoes through your head, screaming at you with your own voice for all your sins and failures. Fait accompli that bear only shame, relationships broken by your own clumsy hand, dreams that you chose to continue dreaming rather than forcing into reality. The familiar pang of regret and self-loathing only adding to your already worsening headache. A fresh wave of nausea hits you, sending you stumbling backwards, lowering your sights off from the sky. In the center of the field is a broken urinal, a fountain of water spraying from its center, arranged around it in ever-widening, concentric rings are mushrooms with tall, ridged stalks and toroidal heads; each is anchored to the ground with eight protrusions terminating in scythe blades, segmented like the legs of a spider. There is a great wall of decidedly sluggish quicksilver, somehow surrounding the circular field in almost its entirety despite being entirely linear, its unforgiving edifice is a twisted amalgam of enormous statues who stand with an orderly posture at the precise midpoint between "firing squad" and "bukake line". Each is hung from the neck by an impossibly thin noose, whose thread rises up far above the heavens themselves, their torsos taper down into the point of a massive gladius and each holds an enormous judge's hammer, each in a different position, often partially fused to one of their neighbors. There is only one gap, one path out, and that is in front of you, beyond the urinal-turned-fountain.

What the fuck happened last night? And who are the random assholes next to you?

Code: (Character Sheet (no, not an actual one, still not sure whether to run something like this, so please don't actually fill it in)) [Select]

Name: Your name, you still remember it don't you?
Random backstory stuff: A full one isn't needed, you can just give random detailed snippets if you want.
Appearance: Please restrict it to a normal human being.
Favorite alcoholic beverage: Yes I am well aware half the PCs will end up being highschool-aged and below the drinking age.
Hangover Talent:
Impulse Talent:


[Shadestyle]

Dackly tries to read the thief's mind, it is completely ineffectual and looks ridiculous with her fingers on either temple.

[TheBiggerFish]

((Updaaaaate))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((no))

[TheBiggerFish]

((yes))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((no))

(())

[TheBiggerFish]

((yes))

(())

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((no))

[TheBiggerFish]

((also turn up in an hour, i'll go for my morning murder of the local neighborhood jog))

((But you said you would.))