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Did you know that Dante's inferno is called a divine comedy because things work out for the protagonist? Back in the day, the only two genres were comedy and drama. The only difference was that in a comedy, the protagonist is better off at the end, and a drama is the opposite. So that's why a story about going through hell can still be considered a comedy, even if it's not funny.

Broken Promise, BP, Boss

Old enough to know better, too young to care. (that is to say 30's)

Preferred RPs:
I Prefer to make my own, but will occasionally join something if it looks interesting. I'll join just about anything so long as it isn’t overly edgy/sweet, bonus points if it has familiar RPers in it. I don't do 1x1s too often.

Preferred Roles:
I tend to play adorable characters everyone wants to befriend or proper assholes everyone wants to stay away from. I try not to play moral paragons or prime evils.

RP Conquests:
I've completed quite a few RP's off site, but most of them are on private forums or have simply been lost to the ravages of server crashes. As for stuff here, I'm sure everyone who sees me post in the off topic sections has seen me find an excuse to talk about Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage. It's a project that took over 4 years to complete and I feel pride not only for myself but all the wonderful people who helped make it enjoyable during its run. Re: Zero: The High Council Is technically my first, but it was just something I kind of took over and ended up ending the story after just six months. It finished, but eh...

There was also a magical girl one I was in for about 4 years before deciding to pull out.

RP's in progress:
Symphony of Espers is my baby that I've been slowly working on for about 9 months. We'll see how long it lives.

RP Graveyard:
I've been pretty fortunate on this forum. I think I joined one when I first came on the site that didn't really do anything, and there are a few 1x1 things that didn't go anywhere. It's disappointing when an RP ends before it can be finished, but I've come to look at them as learning experiences.

Other interests:
I watch a lot of educational videos on youtube. Usually as research for something I’m writing or purely because a topic interests me. I like channels like Tier Zoo and Daryl Talks Games, and I’ll also watch things like Critical Drinker or Literature Devil to deepen my understanding of story telling. Though I also like memes and jokes, to which I’ll find myself watching stuff like Sseth, but usually find myself surfing through meme videos. I gotta work on that.

I have a rather long history of playing virtually every platformer to come into existence during the indie boom, as well as quite a few other indie games. I’ve played Meatboy, Binding of Issac, Gunvolt, Cuphead, Princess Remedy in a World of Hurt, Classic Metroid, Warcraft 3, Final Fantasy 7,8, and 14, Left 4 Dead, Shantae, Celeste, Danganronpa, God Eater, the list goes on. What I’ve played is kind of all over the place. I don’t play many games these days, I tend to pick things that look interesting and go on a decent steam sale.

I draw. I haven’t done a lot of it recently and certainly don’t feel confident enough to show anything I make to the general public. Perhaps one day...

I listen to everything, save most country/rap songs. I have too many favorites to name.

Not one to take life or the internet too seriously. Is only serious about writing well and having a good time.

People to Insult:
Dalton is a Dingus.

Most Recent Posts

-You're a new user, which is a bit of a flight risk. People don't want to join an RP if there's a chance their GM will up and leave on them.

-Your OOC for your RP is poorly formatted. The first paragraph or so of an interest check should hold my hand and tell me what your RP is about and what I'm playing as. You have a few bullet points followed by several images that are all different sizes and look like they are from a bunch of different movies instead of the same world. A well formatted OOC is as close as you can get to a resume for GMs.

-Fandoms and genres attract people with certain interests. If I make a romance RP, people are going to expect their characters to grow closer to others. If I make a pokemon RP, people are going to expect anime aesthetics and for it to take place in Pokemon's world. Making everything real and putting it in America strips Pokemon of its draws. You can absolutely bend a genre/fandom one way or the other, but go too far and you'll lose everyone. My Danganronpa RP had nothing to do with hope's peak or even high school students, but I made sure to keep the core experience alive by keeping the anime aesthetic and basing the entire thing around a killing game. If you're going to make a fandom RP, it's important to understand the fans and know what they want.
Aaaaand that's it for this operation! I hope everyone had fun and the winter blues isn't getting anyone down. Don't worry, christmas is just a few weeks away!

Nothing is going to happen for another week. I'd like everyone (if they so desire) to wrap up their scenes. React to what you want to react to, leave, strike a pose, offer to go out to eat, anything you want. Don't expect me to adress much in my next post. Because at the end of the week, I'm going to end the operation phase and start Downtime.

Downtime is essentially off-Operation time in the RP. You are free to have your esper do side work, engage in slice of life activities, as well as a slew of other things. You're even free to abstain from posting if you please. Though it's recommended to write during this time since there won't be any opperations going on and it's a great way to develop characters outside of the big operations.

These types of posts are often arranged on collaborative writing platforms such as Google Docs, but can even be done through PMs if you hate doing things the easy way. If anyone's unfamiliar with collaborating for posts, I would be happy to elaborate further.

Also during this time, I will be making updates to the DoCS, Melody Cost Calculator, and scheming with the Co-GM for future operations. I don't know how long downtime will last at present, but getting the following in order will be a priority.

-Rework healing notes.
Healing was broken when the RP started, and that was largely because I didn't know how the players were going to interact with it. Presently it's just made in a way that is super expensive at lower ranks, even for stuff that really shouldn't be that expensive to heal to begin with. I've talked to our resident healer boi @OwO and shared my thoughts with the Co-GM, and I believe I have a solution. I'll reveal more when it's implemented, but the short version is that all heal notes will be able to heal all wounds, but the more expensive ones will heal the more serious wounds faster. Wounds will also have a rank dependent on the grade of the attack, which will necessitate stronger healing spells to fix them.

-Rework damage notes.
Less a re-work and more updating the DoCS to better reflect how [Damage] and [Damage X] work in IC. Given how few people have taken [Damage], I feel like I may have undersold the amount of damage it can do while overselling X. So I'm going to better illustrate how these notes work, as you'll typically be fighting espers and monsters with magic.

-Rework "static grade" notes.
There are lots of notes that have no reason to cast them above bronze rank. I want to change that.

-Implement the auto-updating Melody Cost Calculator
Once again, healing boi @OwO came to the rescue, this time with his vast knowledge of google docs. The new MCC is going to be the sort of thing you copy once and forget about it. All of your copied MCCs will communicate with a master document that I can make changes to, which will effect the melodies in everyone's MCC in real time. So even when I add new melodies or make cost changes, it will all carry over!

-If there's time...add more notes!
I have some note ideas, but I don't want to hype them up before I know I can add them. But I'm thinkin' about it.

And of course, you can let the GMs know you are making changes to your notes if you wish to swap them out. Just remember the current operation has to end first.

More details about Downtime will come later once it is in effect. While I would like to ask everyone to wait until the end of the operation to start posting downtime collabs, you are free to start writing as soon as you like. And speaking of starting, I think I'll contact a few of you right now.

@Majoras End I know you're going to be busy next week, but we can finish the current scene in a collab if you'd like.

@The World Marrie is free to eat pizza with the Mavericks if she so desires.

@SilverPaw Fritzi is gunna wanna talk to Jaqueline after this operation.

@Ponn I'd like to break in the new kid, if you'd like.

@Crusader Lord@Izurich If you choose to open the safe, we can do a collab should you choose to bring the box to Fritzi or Viper. Or maybe you just open it up and play with its contents? who knows? WHO KNOWS!?!?!?!?

More details for any of these collabs can be found via PM/DM.

I think that's everything.


There's going to be a survey on the discord. It's recommended that everybody takes that when it drops, but no rush if you can't do it this week. I don't even have it up yet. But I will!

EDIT: Survey is up.

@Izurich@Crusader Lord

Silmaria didn’t wait to act. She took aim and fired at the masked woman as soon as she was able. The first round slammed into Viper's hip, which shredded her pants clean off. She seemed to be wearing some skin tight short-shorts underneath her armored pants. She hadn't recovered before another bullet struck her in the head, disintegrating her bandana. Nearly every article of mundane clothing had been blown off of her body, save for her esper uniform.

”Oh well.” She said before snapping her fingers. In that instant, her body turned into a yellow cloud. Any extra shots Silmaria had fired would not find purchase in Viper's flesh.

Meanwhile, Liliah examined the safe. It had seen its share of abuse, but was still holding shut. Though there was no reason it wouldn’t open up when struck by an arcane melody or even a potent enough instrument. That was provided Liliah wanted to get inside. Who knew what sort of thoughts tumbled around the head of a monkey? Only Luna and Marrie knew.


Jacqueline asked Su about her resistance to physical attacks. ”I hurt, but I survive.” Su may be resistant, but surviving a pistol shot at point blank range was tough on any esper. Regardless, she remained calm despite looking down the barrel of her opponent’s weapon.

”Taking pity on me, huh?” Rottweiler regarded Jaqueline with a tip of his head, as she had offered to contact her boss. ”Can’t say I was expecting that.”

Fritzi responded to the summon immediately. “I didn’t want a hostage situation.”

Su pressed her ear against her own shoulder to activate her com. ”I fine! We under control!”

“Good, because the government doesn’t negotiate with terrorists. Well, save from a few times during the Iraq war, but that’s not a mistake I plan on repeating.”

”Now really time for this?”

There was a short pause over coms. “If he surrenders, we may be able to work out better arrangements for him and the blood mage. I'm not the law, but I'll be responsible for all paranormal related incidents once this operation concludes. Making the blood mage's life more comfortable is well within my power. But I can’t send in any medics until the area is secure. So it's really up to Rottweiler. My hands are tied. I could try discussing things with the top brass, but experience tells me they aren't going to give him a better bargain.”

Su squinted at Rottweiler. ”You hear that?”

Rottweiler shrugged. ”Sounds like Lada’s best chance is if I surrender now.”

”It is.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, he pulled his gun away from Su and shifted it in his hand. He presented it to Jacqueline. ”I guess we’re all done here then.”

Su looked at the inmates that were walking all over the place.”Back in your cells!”

There weren’t too many complaints. As ridiculous as Su might have looked, she did have a very real looking gun, which wasn’t to say Jacqueline’s warpick was any less intimidating. It wasn’t like they could escape.

Lada let out a noisy cough. She might just survive.


It was a troublesome scene to be sure. With Cobra’s thumb resting directly on the button, there were few things the freelancers and Silhouette could do that wouldn't trigger an explotion. But none of the espers present were willing to just let him walk out.

Fortunately, the hallway filled with espers was perfect cover for Klava to prepare her melody. Cobra was too distracted to focus on someone he had partial visibility of. He also couldn't see her melody spawning in. So she was able to get the drop on the snake. Her knife bit into his shoulder, which weakened his grip just enough for Protector’s melody to pull the detonator out of his hand. They would spend the next few seconds fumbling with the detonator to ensure it didn’t go off.

Meanwhile, Klava was about to discover that the rocket launcher and the detonator were not King Cobra’s only weapons. With a hiss, he turned around and opened his mouth. He bared fangs, not that of a cobra, but of a vampire. His teeth were about to sink into Klava’s wrist when shadow magic took over his body. His entire head passed through her arm without inflicting a single wound. The reason for this was Silhouette. His sword had a sinister glow to it, and that glow coiled around Cobra when he touched him.

The snake had a moment of intangibility, and was prepared to use it to make a swift escape. But there was more to Samuel’s tactic as his allies would soon see. Silhouette tossed his sword forward causing it to intersect with Cobra’s location as his intangible melody wore off. The sword was now piercing Cobra’s chest much deeper than it would have had Samuel thrown the sword at him normally. The vampire shivered when the sword appeared in its flesh, and sank to his knees.

”This is bullshit!”

Samuel grabbed his sword and wrenched it out of Cobra’s back, slicing the vampire open from their shoulder to their heart. Then with a kick, Cobra fell onto his chest. His body managed to hold together, but the growing pool of blood under his body let everyone know he wasn't getting back up. Cobra attempted to gurgle something into his radio, but wasn't able to get anything comprehensible out. He did get a message back.

”Quit fooling around King! ...King? King!? KIIIIIIIIING!?!?!?” With news of Cobra’s death spreading to the other gang members, it was likely that the few who remained would either flee or surrender.

Showing up a bit late to the scene was Apollo, who was holding a really sweet piece. Something gold plated that probably didn’t do anything for the weapon’s accuracy. But it sure made him look cool!

The operation had been a success. None of the agents died, the police station was still standing, and they managed to avoid a hostage situation. That was even including the surprise appearance of hostile espers and a blood mage.

While Cobra’s body remained unmoving, it was hard not to miss the two perfectly round scars on the back of his neck...

@The World

A blast of light and sound, and from there, Marrie was free once more, her singular Melody’s trajectory masked by the barrage of projectiles sent from Tetrad’s direction. Bound further by honeyed restraints that seemed to persist even upon its caster’s demise, Tetrad collapsed against the jelly-belly of the construction worker, watching as the freelancer’s form disappeared in the blink of an eye…

And reappeared right in the cockpit of the demolition crane. Her actions were precise, controlled, even as her conscience grappled with the murders that she had committed. Apex Predator punched through leather and foam, scraping into the metal underneath as Marrie spat out her order, moments before twisting her body away to vomit out what remained of her breakfast. She hardly had a chance to glimpse at who exactly was sitting behind the controls. She hardly had a chance to think, so caught up as she was in her own guilt and self-pity.

But there was no human in front of her. No flesh-and-blood being, no cultist, no furry.

Only a corpse-puppet, the top half of their head sliced off to reveal a cluster of arcane machinery, their drooling mouth affixed into a permanent smile. Marrie’s mercy, informed by her own desires and her morality, had caused her to miss the mark at the very last second.

The crane smashed into the support pillar.

The roof of the warehouse gave out a long and tortured shriek.

And then, darkness, violent and oppressive, took over.

And then, a beam of light!

Marrie could hear the sound of the sheet metal panels being dragged and cast aside. More and more light shined through the rubble before Marrie’s eyes were overwhelmed by the high beams on an old Cadillac. It wasn’t long before she heard Billy’s voice.

”I say, I say! If it ain’t the little esper who could!” As her eyes adjusted to the light source, she could see the silhouette of a massive hand reach out for hers. ”Glad you stuck with it, kid! Unfortunate we had one of our own run off. Just means you get part of her take. But who’da thought there would have been an illusion spell cast on the entrance to the place?” With a chuckle, he swung his finger towards the manhole ”Anyway, Operation ain’t over yet, kid. Ya need to get inside first.”

And as Marrie pushed herself away from the unmoving corpse-puppet, she could see it. Though it had been imperfect, Tetrad and her own actions had resulted in only half the warehouse collapsing, with the motley collection of shipping containers that had been hurled about and the bulldozers that had been crashed and commandeered culminating into a miniature array of ‘secondary’ support pillars, strong enough that any extensive rubble was held up.

As for the manhole itself?

It laid unblocked and pristine, the entrance way to Bastion beckoning forth the champions of this battle royale.

@Majoras End

Fable was already a swift esper. But under the effect of his melody, he was even faster.

This was a situation where he had to make every second count. The crabs were not fast, but it seemed like a few hundred showed up every second. They were starting to show up faster than they could move.

The blue crab strummed its ukulele as Fable drew closer. It was impossible to read the crab’s emotions, but its capsule shaped eyes were focused straight on the approaching esper. His arrival was noticed. But rather than fleeing, the crab charged forth.

The crabs in the street surged under its body, elevating it as the scattered crabs came together to form a pyramid with their leader on top. The construct elevated the crab leader up to Fable’s level. Now it did not hold its ukulele like an instrument, but like a giant club. Things were moving so fast that Fable didn’t have time to react, but he didn’t have to. He just needed to make sure his thrust hit his target.

And a decisive blow happened in an instant.

The sound of metal scraping across metal brought everyone’s attention to the blow. A ukulele slathered in amber oil fell out of the sky and clattered against the ground. But when they cast their eyes to the other end of the street, they could see Fable. His shoulder was dripping with oil, but his one good arm gripped a rapier that had been thrust through the heart of the behemoth. The blue crab flicked its legs about before ceasing all movement. The remaining crabs retreated in a matter of seconds, and the slain ones seemed to turn into dust. The street lamps revealed no more crabs that night.

”Seems you hit its weak point for maximum damage.” With a sigh, Binky’s Esper state ended. The now much shorter girl ran a hand through her hair before pulling a stop watch out of her shirt. ”And with just seconds to spare.”

“You alright, gear boy?” Elroy hurried over to Fable. He may be a clockwork soldier, but his body was still much like a humans. If it lost too much oil, he would seize up and die like a human running low on blood would. “Looks like he cracked you a bit, but you showed him, didn’t ya?” The esper laughed. “Doesn’t look too serious, have a heal on the house!” His hand lit up with flames, but when he touched Fable, the wound on his shoulder closed. He could feel the gears in his arm were turning normally again.

”This should be a decent pay out for you guys, let’s take a look.” Binky looked at her tablet. ”Pac-A-Fist handled evacuations, and I’ve got Immortal Volcano and Cthulhya on extermination.” She looked at Fable. ”Did you forget to sign yourself up for the operation?”

“Hah!” Elroy gave Fable a light punch with his gauntlet. “You were white knighting green doc huh? Gotta remember to accept the bounty if ya wanna get paid.” He shrugged. “Give gear boy my cut. He did more of the work.”

”That won't be necessary, I can make a few edits.”

Cthulhya, or Mary as ze had introduced zirself, stood off to the side twiddling zir thumbs. “Elroy?” Ze continued to avert her eyes. “Do you have time now?”

“Right!” He laughed before nudging Fable. “We were discussing something, and then we got word that the Crab Rave was here.” Mary’s eyebrow twitched when Elroy brought Fable into the discussion, but did little else. “I’m sure we can all help out. So! What happened?”

“The white princess, you took her place on stage?”

“Violin girl!” Elroy laughed. “Did she get stage fright?” Mary opened zir mouth to speak, but zir face only scrunched up in response. Tears ran down zir cheeks before Elroy placed a hand on zir shoulder. “...What happened?”

Mary struggled to calm down and explain what happened next.

Betty looked through the gap in her stall door to see if all the men in the restroom had left. Nope, they were still there. At this point she was wondering if she could make up some story about being a babysitter. Yes! She just left some baby wipes in the stall and needed to go back to get them. If only she had something on her that could pass as baby wipes. Perhaps she just came in to grab some toilet paper? But if that was the case, why did she come into the boys room? It didn’t look like she could lie her way out of this one. But she really didn’t want to leave Elroy up there for too long. It was bad enough he had to take over at all. Perhaps she should march out there and get it over with. But when Betty unlatched the stall door, someone else pulled it open.

”Yipe!“ Betty stumbled backwards and fell onto the toilet seat. She was still holding her cup of joe in one hand. ”I um, I was in here because! I got confused!“

Obstructing her way was a blond German wearing a regal looking suit. The cape looked a little tacky, but a lot of these “friends” that walked around here dressed like it was Halloween. His eyes were also closed, which was slightly unnerving. Was he blind? ”Forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you. But you identify as your birth gender?”

”Yes!“ Betty lowered her head. ”I was having a panic attack, I must have entered the wrong restroom.“ That must have been what happened. Wew, that was easy. She needed to relax so that she could think about situations like this in the future.

The man let out a heartfelt chuckle. ”That is fine, so long as you realize I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy.” His lips curled into a smile before he extended his hand. ”I’m Justin, by the way. And if I do say so myself, you are an amazing violin player. The others don’t know what they are missing out on.”

”Really?“ Betty smiled back. ”I’m usually much better than that, but I’m glad you liked it. Wait until you see the rest of my set!“She reached out and took Justin’s hand, and allowed him to pull her onto her feet.

”I actually don’t think that’s going to happen.”

When Justin opened his eyes, Betty opened her mouth. But nothing came out. She just froze with a look of shock on her face. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, but she couldn’t move her limbs. Over time, even the desire to move didn’t register. Her arms relaxed, and her cup fell to the floor, splashing her legs and dress in warm coffee. She was aware of her surroundings, but her mind was in a fog. It was as if her emotional responses had been disconnected from what she was experiencing. Once the tinge of fear subsided, she had no desire to do anything. Her inner monolog had shut down, and she could only process what was going on around her. Betty was cornered in a bath stall, but it was impossible for her to decide how she should feel because of how hazy the past few minutes had been. She couldn't remember anything, and she had no desire to dig through her mind to find it.

”What did I just see?“

”You know Betty, I don’t ask for permission anymore.” He stroked the side of her arm with his gloved fingers. ”If I want something, I take it. If I want someone to do something, I make them do it.” He traced his finger up to one of her shoulder straps and slid it off the edge of her shoulder. ”I know everyone likes a tan complexion these days, but I still like a pale princess.” He traced a finger along the top of her bare shoulder, and stopped right at the base of her neck. ”I’m just a bit surprised I found something like you here. You deserve so much better than this, Betty.” His hand slid around the back of her head. ”You’re going to be mine now.” Justin lowered his mouth over her flesh.

Betty could feel his hot breath before the kiss of his tongue caressed her flesh. But what got her to wince was the hot pain in her neck. The sensation was similar to catching her skin on a thorny bush. But even with this unknown sensation coursing through her body, she was unsure how to react, and it was about to get much harder. Her consciousness was fading. But she would not drift into a dreamless slumber. Rather, the world started to feel less real. Betty was no longer the one controlling her body at all. Now it merely did anything this strange man desired of it. She found her self reciprocating the painful kiss with a hug, and didn't let go until he was done.

”You taste wonderful, Betty.” Justin pulled a small handkerchief from his breast pocket to dab his lips. ”I'm going to have to exercise a lot of restraint to not just drain you in a single sitting.” After tucking away the handkerchief, he took Betty by the hand. ”Now, how about we go home?”

Mary had zir eyes closed. “...So after I told him where she was, he walked into the boy’s room. Then later, he came out with her.” Ze sniffed. “I wanted his phone number, but he was really rude to me! He said I was ‘as wrong as my parents were when they made me’ when I said it would be cool to trade phone numbers. And she was being kind of mean too! But, but....”

Elroy snorted. “What? What!?”

“She um.” Mary pouted. “She had bite marks on her neck, like a vampire.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier!?”

“I-I don’t know!” Mary stammered. “She was mean to me, and the Crab Bounty was time sensitive!”

“Hngh! Never mind!” Elroy ran back towards The Great Escape. “I’ll see if I can find any clues.”

Meanwhile, Binky approached Fable. ”A vampire named Justin? I wonder if that was Justin von Carnage. If it was, it’s just a matter of time before we run an operation to execute him. Shame about the girl though.” She pulled out a tablet device. ”Thank you for the assistance earlier. Just tell me your handle on Shimr and I’ll transfer the funds.”
Mmmmm, forgot Bango made that topic for a second. I remember everyone coming together for that thing, and it's just as true today as it was then.
Like Dinh, I give most cringe characters a pass because they are often the product of inexperienced or young writers; people who don't have the life experiences or wherewithal to make good characters. So the generic stuff everyone does is of little interest to me. But I've been in the RP scene for a long time and I have a few worthy of being shared. Though I think I'll just share one for now.

This first character is one of my own creation. His name was Gail. As my very first RP character, he was a little bland. Just your average half demon/half angel hybrid that had his wife captured by an evil demon and taken to hell. Don't worry! He had every intention of rescuing her. I think in terms of first characters I did pretty well. He was likeable, cared about people, and wasn't edgy at all. His end goal was the retrieval of his wife rather than some dark quest for revenge.

Then why am I talking about him here? Well, I think where you drop your characters is pretty important. You see, I apped this guy for a Devil May Cry RP. Which is funny, because I never played Devil May Cry, even if I watched my brothers play it. I don't know how he got accepted, his lore doesn't work with the world at all. His backstory features time travel and alternate dimensions, and he works under a vampire guild master who is responsible for eliminating planner creatures like demons.

Man, old me had some unbridled creativity, but really needed to learn about how lore works.

Also, he fought with two scythes. He just kind of held them like they were giant hatchets and swung them around. I needed to learn how weapons worked too I guess.

I made my character SEVEN. FOOT. TWO.

While that does seem like it could make for a cringy, obnoxious character, I kind of feel like the RP creator was sort of asking for it.

Accepted, move her cute butt over to the character tab.
Don't think my post was worded like a personal attack. It was advice at best. But We can keep things general.

I've been participating in despair-educing paranormal modern fantasy RPs for the past 4 years. As niche as that may sound I made another one and I got twice as many players as I was expecting and feel truly blessed. Come to think of it, any time I want to start an RP I always have plenty of players who join it. I also have a few friends who I'd love to play with, but their RPs are filled with players and I'd be put on a waiting list just to get in. I can't really find any evidence from my own personal experience that points to a shift in the forum, RPing, or anything of the sort. Sure, some of my friends have left, interests change, life happens, but I always keep an eye out for more to fill in their ranks. I think that is how it goes with most people.
Mmmmm, something else you may not be aware of is the growing skill ceiling of the community. People genuinely don't want to join RPs that are ill formed or from less ambitious writers. I mean, your checks where you want to play a shy guy to someone's buff dude or experament with female/female stories get the point across but aren't exactly ringing endorsements for your writing ability. Compare that to this check or even this check where the prospective partners have a better idea of what they want and put effort into their checks. With stuff like this, you're going to have to try a little harder to stand out and get attention. But it doesn't have to be a competition. if what you want is simple and you don't want to make a good check for it, why not join someone else?
The cycle of life:

The holidays (or any slow period) rolls around. > Someone makes a post about the site being dead. > The site continues to live. > Repeat!

It looks like you're in the 1x1 sector, @Tlstiffl. People are probably too busy gearing up for the holidays to participate in that type of RPing. I started a group RP about 2 months ago and have been able to retain almost all of my players, but it's clear that the end of the school year, turkey day, and upcoming holidays have put a strain on their time to RP. This is going to be the first week I need to delay my GM post because half of the players have yet to contribute. But they are all on discord and very much still interested in playing. Though when you're looking for new interest it can feel like things are drying up this time of year

@The World@ERode

In the heat of the moment, Luna was only focused on ensuring that the bulldozer operator complied with her demands and the ape man stayed away. Any sort of excuse he had as to why Luna shouldn’t shoot him was more or less ignored. But like most humans, Luna had a number of keywords that would always draw her attention to whatever someone was saying.

He has two sons?

The thought registered internally, and was not given the kind of attention it deserved. Ensuring the startled driver avoided hitting the mist girl and keeping an eye on the ape were her priorities. Fortunately, the ape man realized that Luna was not the biggest threat present. Probably because her aim was so bad. But regardless!

The bulldozer operator could indeed drive in a panic, but Luna had given up precise control of the bulldozer with this tactic. Rolling the other bulldozer on top of the buff bee men was probably not the most ideal thing to happen. Yes, they were cultists and probably would have fought to the death for their queen. But a small part of Luna was holding onto the hope that they might reform after that bad influence was removed from their lives. Probably not, but it was a hope. Moreover, she was pretty sure her honey restraints were the only reason she wasn't flung off of this guy's lap. That was a pretty hard hit, and she could feel her entire body sway as a result. She didn’t have much time to dwell on it before her eyes flicked downward at the warm, once delicious sandwich that had been ejected all over her lap. Luna often forgot that unlike herself, others were not as accustomed to seeing people die in such violent ways. She didn’t even understand why he had this reaction initially. ”Oh, that’s too bad.” Luna sounded almost monotone. By this point she had been covered in honey, dirty sock smell, blue glitter, why not add a half digested sandwich to the mix? Besides, Luna lived to party. Getting technicolor yawned on was practically a form of endearment. This wasn’t her first rodeo.

But holy cow, that mist girl. She was so timid when this fight started and she just up and stabbed queen bee in the chest like some mad man. Like what the heck was going on with her? Luna didn’t mind though, it was good that she had finally found her back bone.

The ape taking on the wrecking ball was impressive to watch. Ape men were not really her thing, but to see it switch targets to someone that wasn’t her or the mist girl was a welcome change. Something resonated inside of her when the ape man’s suit ripped, and he seemed to be winning his fight with the heavy metal ball. Only for the feeling to vanish when he finally didn’t. A weird sense of guilt and relief washed over Luna when she realized all of the ape men were gone.

But her internal sentiment lasted just a moment. There was still a slimy foreman running around somewhere and a crane in dire need of dismantling. She had considered casting a weightless note in the center of the crane to weaken it, but was unsure if it would be potent enough to break the thing. This was one of those situations where she had to put her faith in a freelancer. It wasn’t something she liked to do, however…

”Go on! Put an end to this!”

Luna shot another firework, this time directly at the mist girl herself. When it struck her, The firecracker made a loud bang and blew the rest of the honey coated restraints off of her. That should let her move around a bit more freely. Unfortunately, it seemed like Luna’s melodies were disagreeing with her again, as the honey that was on the mist girl was teleported to her position. It weighed her down and reduced her SPEED.

”Well, what’s a little bit more honey, right?”

She pulled Pit Boss off of her shoulders and used the slower firing weapon to launch a volley of projectiles at the crane. She doubted she could stop it, but maybe she could break the glass around the cockpit to let the mist girl rush down the thing. She had done everything she could. It was the mist girl’s turn now.

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