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Roleplay Ideas Consortium
It's often a good idea to try and market your roleplay ideas before you put together the RP, to see who wants to play et cetera.
Here is a place to do exactly that!
Here is a place to do exactly that!
Magical Monkey- Edd Head
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Re: Roleplay Ideas Consortium
We have an entire forum dedicated to roleplaying if you guys want to join that. Want a link?
Twewy- Hilary's little bitch
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Twewy wrote:We have an entire forum dedicated to roleplaying if you guys want to join that. Want a link?
http://roleplaying.actieforum.com/
wehh.
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I remember this magical thread.
I suppose a nice simple zombie apocalypse RP wouldn't hurt much would it?
I suppose a nice simple zombie apocalypse RP wouldn't hurt much would it?
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Re: Roleplay Ideas Consortium
We actually have one on the RP forum.
Twewy- Hilary's little bitch
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What kind of RPing? Chat-playing or full roleplaying?Twewy wrote:We have an entire forum dedicated to roleplaying if you guys want to join that. Want a link?
Magical Monkey- Edd Head
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Well, it's a forum.
Twewy- Hilary's little bitch
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Then why have a role play forum at all if you have an entire separate forum for it? :/
Llyn- Fan
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To be fair, Linda made it before this forum.
Twewy- Hilary's little bitch
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K311yK311y wrote:Everyone plays Sburb. The end.
Yeah I like Homestuck too.
Twewy- Hilary's little bitch
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Twewy wrote:K311yK311y wrote:Everyone plays Sburb. The end.
Yeah I like Homestuck too.
Oh? What's your godtier title? .-.
Re: Roleplay Ideas Consortium
Hmmm well. Anyway. I was thinking of reviving that 50s RP I made. It was a Stephen King-inspired RP about a bunch of doods sent back to the 50s by an unknown force. Dealing with such an immense culture time shock, they struggle to adapt in a brave new world, and find out why and what sent them there.
It was a lot of fun and I've already got Yuki (andmaybe Kyh) signed on board. I'd love to know if any of you are interested.
It was a lot of fun and I've already got Yuki (and
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Magical Monkey- Edd Head
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I'm cool to play in it again~
Llyn- Fan
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Llyn wrote:I'm cool to play in it again~
Bueno.
Magical Monkey- Edd Head
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The Magical Monkey wrote:Hmmm well. Anyway. I was thinking of reviving that 50s RP I made. It was a Stephen King-inspired RP about a bunch of doods sent back to the 50s by an unknown force. Dealing with such an immenseculturetime shock, they struggle to adapt in a brave new world, and find out why and what sent them there.
It was a lot of fun and I've already got Yuki (andmaybeKyh) signed on board. I'd love to know if any of you are interested.
Yukine- Doppelganger
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I have a few ideas of various kinds:
Cryford University:
Zombie Nation:
The Elder Scrolls: Voice of the Sky (Credit goes to Dervish from The Roleplayers Guild)
Fallout: DC 2312
As well as some non-detailed ideas:
I will be reposting Star Control: The Ur-Quan Masters, as well as some ideas people have gave me, but at a later date. Hope this satisfies your hunger for Roleplaying (For the moment hehe~ *winks*)
Note from the Editor (Edit 1): All ideas are interchangeable from gender, age, and 1x1 to forum, and I do not mind anyone using any of my ideas as long as credit is given (in some way, shape or fashion) Thankies~~
~Kasey Jardes
Cryford University:
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- Two completely different people: a 19 year old son of a millionaire who was sent to college with a large trust fund and amounts of spending money, raised to be the most intelligent, efficient man of the college, who gets straight As in all of his classes, arrives to a large, beautiful university, complete with theater, library, clock, living buildings, pools, and the most top-dollar classes to offer, and a 20 year old woman who lived on the streets her entire life, steals, cuts classes and gets into fights constantly, and the boy is stuck with her for seven years, his dad: a be gruntled stubborn man forces him to stay there, his investments in the stock market pocket him more money that he sends to his son, but the woman is poor, who came into college with scholarships and money that she stole, the first scene takes place in the dad and his son, dropping him off for his first day of college, Welcome to Cryford University~
Zombie Nation:
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Backstory: ""The year is 2021, and the world has come to a end, some of us expected it, but the sane expected a solar flare to end us all, but what happened: was a zombie Apocalypse, it all started March 12, 2017 when the first example was released by the U.S. during ww 3 on Russia, apparently the virus is spread like Aids, from blood, fluids, and sexual transaction, the flu spread quickly to America, and then the rest of the world, those who had the money hid in the vaults, the rest had to fend for themselves, it was a dog eat dog eat zombie dog world, no one could be trusted, and the world ended in a fallout, various locations were nuked, Washington D.C., Paris, Japan, and many other locations, this story starts in a little town of Los Angles, California, the city grew ran down, now populated only by its undead inhabitants and raiders to raid thoes who survived, Ammo is scarce, so knives and various other melee weapons must be used.
The Elder Scrolls: Voice of the Sky (Credit goes to Dervish from The Roleplayers Guild)
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- The room was silent except for the cackling of the large, stonewalled fireplace and the bubbling of a cooking pot warming the evening’s meal. For Damien, it was comforting. Quiet meant safety.
Quiet meant he could do his work in peace.
The screams had died down in about fifteen minutes. She really was a long time in dying, but the altmer had eventually yielded what he had needed. Her blood had seeped from her very pores, down her violently quivering body and into a cistern of sorts as the spell released itself from the black soul gem he had placed into her rib cage while she was rendered immobile by a paralysis spell. She wasn’t able to scream then, but he could see it in her eyes, the blinding indescribable agony that would drive a person insane, make them do whatever it took to get away from it. The look of terror in the eyes of someone who knows they cannot get away from the pain. A look of someone who does not understand what they must endure, but knows they will die. Damien smiled at the memory. He cherished those last moments with a victim before the spell was activated and death finally came to take them to the void. If only they knew what glorious things their sacrifice would grant. It was almost hypnotic to know what a life was worth. What it could accomplish.
Damien grunted. Of course they wouldn’t share his enthusiasm or vision for what their sacrifice would ultimately accomplish. People were too easily distracted by their own mortality to see the big picture. He moved past a wooden support pillar and checked on his stew. His work was exhausting, but he prided himself on his ability to cook. He pulled the red and black sleeves of his robes back as he stirred the pot, savouring the aromas that were released from the shifting conglomeration of fresh vegetables and meat. The mage inhaled deeply. He liked to keep the room dark when he was cooking. When your eyesight was dimmed, your other senses become much more acute, and that made his supper all the much more appetizing.
He realized he needed to update his research journal, and he figured he had time to put in a new entry before his stew started to burn to the bottom of the pot. Damien moved to the table where he had left it and an ink well and quill.
The journal wasn’t there.
His heart began to race. Where had he placed it? Or was somebody there? He looked around, suddenly petrified of the darkness. Who could possibly have known about his abode? The very thing he loved about his sanctuary was the very thing that was working against him. He was about to cast a mage light spell when he heard the sound of a page turning in what could only be a hefty tome. His hefty tome.
Damien turned to the sound and noticed a pair of buckled leather boots resting on the table, but the figure was shrouded in darkness. The mage was too afraid to do anything but step back. The wooden support beam was behind him, as if to keep him from going anywhere. To face this figure who doubtless would make him pay for his research. He found himself caught between being petrified and furious. Who did this person think they were? Didn’t they understand what he was trying to accomplish?
His train of thought was cut off by a voice, a smooth and accented Southern voice that could only belong to a khajiit. “Tsk. Your penmanship is quite exquisite, but I must say your writing could use improvement. It is choppy, you do not finish your thoughts, and each page is soiled by blood.” Another page was turned over. “The other man was just like you, with the ridiculous outfit and the unsettling play room. May I ask where you keep the bodies after you finish? Never mind. The last man simply cooked and ate what was left. Efficient, but unsettling, to say the least.” The book was shut suddenly and tossed on the table. “Although, I do say with no small amount of satisfaction that he cried when I carved him to pieces with my claws.” A quiet chuckle came from the khajiit. “Fortunately for you, I do not have the time or the desire to go through that again.”
Damien must have made an audible gasp. His mind screamed Run! You fool, he will kill you and ruin everything! but his body was locked in place. Was it a spell? No, the mage realized, he was simply a coward too scared to respond to a filthy khajiit’s threat. All he had to do was burn him alive with fire. Yes, he thought as he begun to raise his hand, a quick spell and this will all be over…
Something moved in the shadows and Damien could only twitch as something flew out of the darkness to be lodged in his throat. The pain was excruciating! His mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening, and when he went to scream, all that came out was a pitiful gurgle. He tasted blood. His blood. No one could possibly understand the agony! Why did he have to feel it? What did he do to DESERVE this?
Damien slumped against the wooded support beam, helpfully holding him up. His vision blurred and he tried to breathe, only drawing more blood through the wound and in his mouth. He felt it running down his lips. He focused enough to have noticed the khajiit walk confidently across the room. He could see him clearly now. Dark grey fur with black stripes and a white jaw with haunting blue eyes. The look of a hunter. Funny, his armour looked like that of a thief, not an assassin. The khajiit crooked his head, as if studying Damien. “I would say make your peace with what ever god you wish, but I think it’s a bit late for that, don’t you?” The khajiit wrapped his paw around the dagger’s handle and placed his other on the hilt. Damien felt the blade slide in further and bite into his spine. His head slumped forward and blood dripped from his mouth and onto the blade that didn’t go in through his neck. The blade was the last thing he saw before the tendrils of darkness crept in and blotted out his sight forever.
He could tell when the Breton finally gave up fighting for his life when the blood in his neck stopped bubbling. Even before he had died, his eyes had begun to glass over. It was a change that Zaveed found most intriguing to watch. He wasn’t usually a killer, but he was no stranger to it. It came with the territory of having a lifetime of struggle. He observed the dagger. He had shoved it hard enough through the mage’s throat it actually pierced through and was sticking into the support beam. He placed a clawed finger on the leather grip of the blade just before the dead man’s eyes. “You know, you shouldn’t leave knives like that. Someone could hurt themselves.” He said, stepping back and approving of his work. The khajiit decided to return to his seat where he had observed his target for some time. But first, he had to get more comfortable.
He slid his bow, a heavy Imperial thing, out from the hoop on his back and hung it gingerly from the dagger hilt that was sticking out of the Breton’s throat. It hung there like it was a coat rack. Zaveed theatrically threw his paws out and grinned. “Marvelous.” He returned to the seat, propped his boots up onto the table, and ran his paw through his mane, which was styled into a mohawk. The others would be coming down here soon and would have a lot of questions. He knew he did when he was in their shoes.
The khajiit looked at the door across the room and got the chills. He knew what lay beyond the decrepit wood. It was the sacrificial chamber where possibly dozens of people had been killed already. He opened the journal to the last entry. All of these names were people who did nothing to deserve what happened to them and this is all that’s left of them. If it weren’t for fate intervening, he would have faced a similar fate.
On the table before him was a loaf of bread. Probably one of the few things safe to eat in the unsettling crypt, in any case. Zaveed ripped off the end and took a fair sized bite, chewing thoughtfully as he flipped through the journal, looking for clues. Somewhere in the puzzle was a way to make things right again, and the last piece was the emperor. The khajiit grabbed a bottle of wine off of the table, it sitting next to the spot he had found the dagger that was pinning the Breton to the wall. Using one of his claws, he pieced the cork and pulled it out in a single, swift tug. He held the wine up to his nose, not only to see if it was aged, but to make sure there weren’t anything that could be reasonably considered poison. Satisfied, he took a swig from the bottle and set it down. The door next to him opened, and he supposed he’d have to introduce himself to the former prisoners he had saved.
Fallout: DC 2312
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- War, War Never Changes....
The year is 2312 and the DC wasteland has changed a great deal since the events brought on by the Lone Wanderer. For all that it is worth, DC is a better place thanks to the actions of the Wanderer choosing what is right and good over the what was easy and corrupt. After 35 years strife in this part of the world would be at an all time low until the recent arrival of a new common enemy. After uncovering operational vehicles, the raider faction known as Malice has begun a horrific campaign in the north and it has found its way to DC. The eyes of this striking cobra watch your home, aiming to set it all on fire once again.
As well as some non-detailed ideas:
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- One Piece
Vampire The Masqurade: Bloodlines
Ju-On
Zombie Survival
School Drama
Fruits Basket
Eternal Darkness: Sanitys Requium
The Sabatour
Dragon Age non-canon
I will be reposting Star Control: The Ur-Quan Masters, as well as some ideas people have gave me, but at a later date. Hope this satisfies your hunger for Roleplaying (For the moment hehe~ *winks*)
Note from the Editor (Edit 1): All ideas are interchangeable from gender, age, and 1x1 to forum, and I do not mind anyone using any of my ideas as long as credit is given (in some way, shape or fashion) Thankies~~
~Kasey Jardes
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Miku- Edd Head
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Re: Roleplay Ideas Consortium
Magical Monkey wrote:Hmmm well. Anyway. I was thinking of reviving that 50s RP I made. It was a Stephen King-inspired RP about a bunch of doods sent back to the 50s by an unknown force. Dealing with such an immenseculturetime shock, they struggle to adapt in a brave new world, and find out why and what sent them there.
It was a lot of fun and I've already got Yuki (andmaybeKyh) signed on board. I'd love to know if any of you are interested.
Joining to this.
Iwwo- Fan
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Iwwo wrote:Magical Monkey wrote:Hmmm well. Anyway. I was thinking of reviving that 50s RP I made. It was a Stephen King-inspired RP about a bunch of doods sent back to the 50s by an unknown force. Dealing with such an immenseculturetime shock, they struggle to adapt in a brave new world, and find out why and what sent them there.
It was a lot of fun and I've already got Yuki (andmaybeKyh) signed on board. I'd love to know if any of you are interested.
Joining to this.
Monkey, I believe that is your cue to get off your arse and start the RP.
Yukine- Doppelganger
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Yukine wrote:Iwwo wrote:Magical Monkey wrote:Hmmm well. Anyway. I was thinking of reviving that 50s RP I made. It was a Stephen King-inspired RP about a bunch of doods sent back to the 50s by an unknown force. Dealing with such an immenseculturetime shock, they struggle to adapt in a brave new world, and find out why and what sent them there.
It was a lot of fun and I've already got Yuki (andmaybeKyh) signed on board. I'd love to know if any of you are interested.
Joining to this.
Monkey, I believe that is your cue to get off your arse and start the RP.
Seconded.
Llyn- Fan
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Re: Roleplay Ideas Consortium
BA-DA-BING! I am off of my arse. And am awaiting Iwwo's character. To be honest I thought this place had died so I sorta kinda stopped visiting, until curiosity killed the cat.Yukine wrote:Iwwo wrote:Magical Monkey wrote:Hmmm well. Anyway. I was thinking of reviving that 50s RP I made. It was a Stephen King-inspired RP about a bunch of doods sent back to the 50s by an unknown force. Dealing with such an immenseculturetime shock, they struggle to adapt in a brave new world, and find out why and what sent them there.
It was a lot of fun and I've already got Yuki (andmaybeKyh) signed on board. I'd love to know if any of you are interested.
Joining to this.
Monkey, I believe that is your cue to get off your arse and start the RP.
Magical Monkey- Edd Head
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