Spiral Knights - A new kind of roleplaying game

A new kind of roleplaying game

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Fri, 04/22/2016 - 09:42

#1851

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Eh, don't worry about it. It's not really necroing since I bumped it the day before you posted.))

Mon, 04/25/2016 - 20:08

#1852

Kian-Slime-Master

I GUESS I NEEDA DO A PART TO REVIVE THIS!!!

((I must do a part to revive this so we can continue making stories! Cuz I was havin' fun!))

Clink, Matik' s base.

"Finally." Said Cyrus. "I made it to Clink. Now I will destroy the pesky robot friends of Kian who is now an Omnipotent..."

He looks around for their base. Eventually finding it.

"Here it is..." he said in an evil tone. "Finally I will destroy their base."

He starts shooting Anti-Matter Blasts out of his wand. How will they defend?

((It's short cuz I may have made this early and before my real turn. But it's only to get attention back to NKoRP))

Mon, 04/25/2016 - 20:08

#1853

Kian-Slime-Master

I GUESS I NEEDA DO A PART TO REVIVE THIS!!!

((Double Drats))

Tue, 05/17/2016 - 21:04

#1854

Monsterbrine

New Character!

Name: Billidan the Beflamer
Race: Demon Platypus-oid
Appearance: A red, tough-skinned, ox-horned, winged platypus
Weapons: Caliburn, Volcanic Pepperbox, Rocket Launcher
Location: Seven, Sixty-Four, Seven, Nether Dimension (Minecraft)
Occupation: Nether Secret Agent That Wears A Fedora AND Battles A Zombie Pigman That Wears A Lab Coat AND Is Pathetic On Implementing His Evil Schemes
Eyes: Snake With Blue Pupils
Likes: Hearthstone, Comedy, Spy Gauntlets
Dislikes: Plans Not Worth Foiling, People Who Beg To Be Stymied, Held Buckets

Tue, 05/17/2016 - 21:17

#1855

Monsterbrine

C.L.I.N.K. C.L.I.N.K.'s

C.L.I.N.K.
C.L.I.N.K.'s robots defend with Anti-Matter Laser Turrets and Anti-Matter Lightsabers. Cyrus dies to death.
Cyrus Evil Incorporated
Billidan kicks into the base.
"You fiend! Now prepare to get Ballgownified due to my Ballgowninator Gauntlet!" Billidan shouts at Cyrus using the same voice as Marvin The Martian.
Billidan Ballgownifies Cyrus.
Cyrus falls into a cotillion founded by Marvin The Martian.
THE END

Wed, 05/18/2016 - 07:15

#1856

Matikclocker

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Power play ahoy!

((@Monsterbrine here are some issues.
1. Clink is a planet, not a secret attack force har har.
2. Clink, Matikclocker and any other thing on planet Clink is controlled by me (except Cyrus controlled by Kian and the Artakat's robot fleet controlled by Pi)
3. Only Kian can control Cyrus and other things in Lunar Lands and so on.
4. You can create a new arc instead of interfering, unless you ask kindly.))

Wed, 05/18/2016 - 14:14

#1857

Monsterbrine

I HATE THAT ROBOT!

Excuse me, but you have no sense of comedy. (Marvin the Martian evolves Matikclocker into a slave)

Wed, 05/18/2016 - 18:40

#1858

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((No powerplaying, Monsterbrine.

Also, you don't really have to "ask kindly" to join an arc.))

Wed, 05/18/2016 - 19:11

#1859

Monsterbrine

NOW ALL OF AZEROTH WILL CRUMBLE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(pulls out Evolution Gauntlet)
(evolves Crazee's character into a futuristic slave)
I need food now.

Thu, 05/19/2016 - 08:43

#1860

Matikclocker

Why do you hate me?

((Monsterbrine, this is your first warning for A New Kind of Roleplaying Game.
I do have a sense of comedy, but your powerplaying is not funny at all. We're being serious.
As Crazee stated, you can join every arc without asking, but please don't interfere with the arc lore right away. By joining a certain arc you agree to:
- Refrain from controlling characters thst are not yours
- Refrain from interfering with the lore. This applies to: Annihilating the arc, destroying main characters, suddenly surprising the characters, intentionally kidnapping arc characters and asking for ransom and so on
- Create your own character when joining an arc. It will be marked as semi-original
- Refrain from intentionally bombarding the story arc with assaults, wars etc. so people won't have to 'reset' the lore
Thsnks for understanding.))

Thu, 05/19/2016 - 15:44

#1861

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Just ignore him Matik.

I have no idea why I'm doing this when nobody is really playing anyway.

Annihilating the arc, destroying main characters

Basically just powerplaying.

suddenly surprising the characters

I don't see anything wrong with this, unless it's just someone making one post that basically just says "EVERYONE IS DEAD AND STUFF" in which case we usually ignore them.

intentionally kidnapping

How does one accidentally kidnap someone?

It will be marked as semi-original

"Semi-original" means that it's an original character based on a preexisting universe (basically fan characters like my totally awesome and existing Sonic OC that I just made up, "Slonic the Hedgehog" (HE'S NOT JUST SONIC WITH A GREEN COAT OF PAINT, TRAST MEH GUIS, DU NUT STEEL)). Nonoriginal characters are perfectly ok.

Why I even track originality I do not know.))

Wed, 01/03/2018 - 00:34

#1862

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((So uhh...

Anyone interested in trying to sort of reboot this?))

Wed, 01/03/2018 - 23:47

#1863

Flash-Flire

@Crazee-Pi

New topic or keep going, do you think?

Sat, 01/06/2018 - 23:37

#1864

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((I'd assume we'd still post in this topic, though we'd start over in some new arc.

So uhh, how should we start this?))

Sun, 01/07/2018 - 03:27

#1865

Flash-Flire

well...

Make characters?

Imma be Teddy Zeke again. You know, Level 3 Baker.
Same everything. Including a Level 1 Random Dog called Dog!

Someone continue the arc because I have no idea what's happening and I can't be bothered to read everything.
I guess I just happen to stumble into wherever we're supposed to be ok sure let's go with that.

Mon, 01/15/2018 - 22:18

#1866

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Well I mean, there's multiple arcs and it would be kind of weird with like half the characters missing, so I say we should just start over from scratch in a new arc.

I would start it now but I kind of lost my train of thought with the forums going offline for so long so maybe tomorrow.))

Wed, 04/11/2018 - 23:09

#1867

Matikclocker

No one revived it, but I will!

((Guess who's back.
I have plans on reviving this with my arc that I was sorta planning for quite a while. Might do it today or tomorrow.))

Thu, 04/12/2018 - 22:28

#1868

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Hey, welcome back!

I assume that this is going to be on Clink starting from scratch, meaning no pizza delivery robot, no Pickle-Lord, and no Cyrus?

I'll throw some new characters in once you make your post. If you can't think of anything to post just tell me and I can throw them in a little early.

I'll probably keep Artakat as a side villain to whatever your villain is if they're willing. I might completely rewrite their backstory because I feel their current one is kind of stupid.

Sorry I didn't start earlier. I don't think I'm the best at thinking of entirely new environments for entirely new arcs on a whim. I should probably do some actual planning next time I try to revive this, hopefully there isn't a next time though.))

Fri, 04/13/2018 - 04:56

#1869

Matikclocker

Let's begin!

((Been a while since I played Matikclocker, also I went up in terms of maturity since my last arrival, just so you know.

Also, I managed to develop some more story which in the end went out all messy, so I will redo the story, while trying something new out. Also, I cooked up a new arc with an entirely different story.))

== Polygon System, Clink ==

System online... Readying the Clock Drive... Checking damage levels... Finalizing...

Matikclocker's prismatic red eyes lightened up, with a sort of sleepy look. He looked around him, noticing that something is different. The reactor was missing, everything was gray. No clockonium could be found either. He went upstairs and what he saw was beyond his initial thoughts. The entire OVC Industries base turned into some gray factory. Even the Clocker Respawn System wasn't present. Several workers were standing there, talking. There was no other solution for Matikclocker other than sneak past and take a look at what happened to Clink. While he was sneaking, he could hesr the conversation...

"Do you remember that day when Mr. Carbon posted that help wanted announcement? Ahhh, good times!"
"Yeah, finally some people get to work instead of those pricky wannabe xenobuilds."
"And those robot blueprints! Now they aren't a mystery anymore!"
"Blueprints? Ah, yeah, those worthless robot things. Interesting."

Clocker has left the facility and spotted a horrible truth: Clink, which used to be lush green and earthlike, has turned into a barren wasteland, while his base is now part of some sort of a colony. Things are going deeper than thought.

== Fellezin Prime ==

Fellezin Prime was known for having several stations nearby, visited by traders wuite often to catch a break. The planet is earthlike, supporting human life and generally having water.

Meanwhile...
CRASH!

A drop pod has crashed. Inside of it, a cyborglike unit was stored inside. The pod disintegrated after the landing, revealing the said cyborg in its inactive state, with the "MkII Protonium-Zero" model number emblazoned on its leg. The cyborg itself looks quite menacing and strong.

Fri, 04/13/2018 - 18:11

#1870

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

--Space, above Clink--

An odd looking spaceship flew above Clink. Upon this ship lie three different aliens. One of these was tall and somewhat resembled a centipede, although it much bigger and didn't have nearly as many legs. The second one was shorter and resembled a mole, though with actual hands. The third resembled a human, though the top left of his head was replaced by some sort of black stuff, with a seemingly misplaced eye. Along with this, his left arm appeared to turn into some sort of short black tentacle. The three had previously been on the run from a bounty hunter. Having seemingly lost them after what felt like forever, they stopped to orbit Clink.

The centipede looked at their starmap and realized that they were in completely uncharted territory. In fact, they couldn't even seem to find charted territory? Where were they in the universe? Were they even still in the universe? No, that would be stupid. They looked out a window and viewed the planet below them. It appeared to be barren and uninhabited from above.

Their thoughts, however, were interupted as the bounty hunter found them again and opened fire on their ship.

The centipede immediately got into the control seat and attempted to escape the bounty hunter, however the bounty hunter managed to hit them directly with a missile while they were doing this and the ship began falling down to Clink. The mole was slightly panicked at this.

Upon getting closer, the centipede noticed there was a colony. So this place isn't uninhabited... The centipede yelled some undistinguishable alien garble at the other two before attempting to steer the ship away from the colony to somewhere that they could walk there from, while still being a fair distance away, and crashed the ship as gracefully as you can with a ship that's uncontrollably falling towards the ground.

--Fellezin Prime--

Gull stared at this cyborg. He had regularly told himself "anything could happen today" in the morning, but anything didn't usually mean a giant robot falling out of the sky. Gull continued standing there, wondering if he should do something. Should he try turning it on, or would it just turn on by itself? Gull decided to get a bit closer and said "Hello?"

Sat, 04/14/2018 - 00:18

#1871

Matikclocker

Straight to the core

== Fellezin Prime ==

The cyborg responded to the "hello" by turning on. It could be noticed by the fact that his legs' electroplating started glowing blue and some various sounds could be heard. After the bootup sequence, he looks around him, then at Gull. "Hello." he said. "I guess you are interested in how I got here, or something?"

== Clink ==

The spaceship crash was spotted by the colonial spaceship control tower. The incident was recorded and wardens were sent out to check on the object. Matikclocker decided to tour around the colony. He has found a map and upon checking it, it appeared that it's the 'legitimate' OVC colony, with the base being dubbed as 'Sector 9096A' or shortly saying, 'Fabricator Array'. He thought for a while. What happened during those few years of inactivity? Why is the OVC Industries base now a segment of a colony? Who was Mr. Carbon and why did he take control? What happened to Clink over those past years? He looks on the colony map for the archives and the boss office, then goes towards the said archives to find out the secrets all by himself.

The Wardens are headed in the direction of the spaceship crash.

Sat, 04/14/2018 - 10:30

#1872

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

--Fellezin Prime--

Gull stepped back a bit in surprise at the cyborg being activated, but quickly regained his composure. "Ah, sure," he said, "It's not every day you see something like this."

--Clink, Crashlanding--

The mole ran around, checking to see if everyone was ok, and luckily they were. The group knew that the bounty hunter would find them quickly, though they were unlikely to attack them if they were in the colony. The human put on a long sleeve coat and fake bandaged his eye, covering all the black stuff. The three decided to immediately set off towards the colony, but quickly ran into the wardens. Assuming they probably came from the colony to investigate, the mole attempted to greet them in undistinguishable alien garble, slightly hoping there's a chance they might also speak undistinguishable alien garble.

Sun, 04/15/2018 - 06:05

#1873

Matikclocker

Writing stories is fun

((I took a look st some of the threads I posted in during 2015/2016 and oh boy, never looking at my past again))

== Clink, Crashlanding ==

None of the wardens could understand the alien garble of the mole alien. One of them stepped forward and asked, "We've seen that you crashed down here. What caused you to crash here?"

== Fellezin Prime ==

"Allow me to introduce myself." the cyborg said. "I am the Mark II Protonium-Zero, but you can call me P-Zero, Zero or Proto. I was built to replace the rogue Mark I Robomatic, which had the personality bug making him aggressive and obsessive. He has been ultimately demolished during his attack on a swordsman. But enough of my origin story. I was being delivered to assist the battle on Mars, but the transporter has been terminally damaged by an unknown force. During the last few minutes before total obliteration the ship crew packed me into this capsule masked as a supply crate and turned me off. They probably sent me here, and well...that's how I got here." The said cyborg looked around his surroundings.

((The reason why he can be called Proto: Prot-0, pronounced Prot-oh))

Sun, 04/15/2018 - 17:00

#1874

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Boy, if you think that's bad then look at some of my really old posts from like, back when this began.

Also I guess we're just switching the order of the arcs every turn.))

--Clink--

((I'm going to go ahead and assume the colony in general speaks english.))

The mole shrugged. Fortunately, the human happened to understand them. "Somebody shot us down, I don't know what they want from us though," he said, "Could we stay in your colony for the time being?"

The mole seemed a bit cautious and the centipede seemed a little bit suspicious of the warders.

--Fellezin Prime--

"Ah, nice to meet you, my name's Gull," said Gull. He extended his hand towards Proto. "You've landed in Fellezin Prime, and I don't know how far Mars is from here. Anything you need right now?"

Thu, 04/26/2018 - 08:33

#1875

Matikclocker

WTS: Heavyduty-Charge and Energyload components!

((Yes, I know it's been a few days, but life goes in the way.))

== Fellezin Prime ==

"Hello, Gull!" Proto shook his hand. "I could probably get used to the surroundings and some shelter. And perhaps some repairs, my auto-balance mechanism feels sort of busted after the crash..." He looks around, checking if there is a place where he could go and live in for the time being.

== Clink ==

"You want us to provide you with an asylum? Sure, why not. Just don't kill us like the last rogue robot that we had to dismantle." The Wardens showed the way to the colony and started marching towards it.

Matikclocker has been reading through the archives. He has discovered that several years ago, the CRS (Clocker Respawn System) has been shut down, along with the power supply of the robots that kept themselves alive with it. There were two robots as well which utilised the CRS, but their whereabouts were unknown. On another piece of paper, he discovered that Mr. Carbon was the person who 'liberated the workers from endless service to the egoistic robots and brought the end of Overclocked Industries' robotic tyranny.' Then, he noticed that the two robots who used the CRS were reprogrammed using a special hacking tool and they are serving in the new colony. The bulkier one is a guard, while the swifter, female-like robot works as Mr. Carbon's assistant.

Suddenly, one of the wardens came and spotted Clocker browsing the archives. "You there! Freeze!" said the said warden. It could probably mean his end, but who knows...

Thu, 05/03/2018 - 18:07

#1876

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Sorry for the late and short response, I've been busy lately.))

--Clink--

The human, however, suddenly threw caution to the wind and walked in front of the wardens and towards Clocker. "Hey there," he said with a sincere smile, "We're all friends, do you want to join us?" The centipede sighed and walked behind him before getting ready to grab him and pull him back if anything happened.

--Fellezin Prime--

"Well I work at this store not too far from here and I could go see if there's anything that could help you." Gull motioned for Proto to follow before walking off. He looked behind him at Proto, "You have currency, right?"

Fri, 05/11/2018 - 23:18

#1877

Matikclocker

Get the squad rolling

== Clink ==

Matikclocker stayed silent, although he nodded to the human's offer. The wardens were confused, wondering what even happened with the said wind.

Meanwhile, in the same facility, just about outside of it...the said ex-CRS guard robot was standing there, unaware of the commotion going on in the archives, since he responds whenever he notices an intruder or an alarm is raised, neither of which happened, meaning he is still guarding the outside of the area. Occassionally he would answer calls from the ex-CRS assistant robot and Mr. Carbon himself. He has just now received a call from the assistant.

"Outskirt shift is over, Charge. Go inside and patrol the area."

He moved inside and started walking around the place. Given his slow speed, it will take a while until he reaches the main area of conflict.

As for the assistant, she spent most of the time travelling to various facilities and checking if everything works nicely, occassionally transmitting messages from Mr. Carbon to the rest of the colony. Nothing much is happening for her, so sometimes she just walks around aimlessly until Carbon gives her a message to transmit.

== Fellezin Prime ==

"About a few hundreds of crednets, thousand fifty-one (1051) of robits, 5 golden coins...I guess, do you have any currency exchange somewhere if you don't accept any of those?" Proto went and followed Gull to his store. He was looking st the landscape of the planet, which looked quite nice for his eyes.

Tue, 05/22/2018 - 19:25

#1878

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Sorry, just feelng like I sort of rushed this and wanted to make a few edits. No reason to be alarmed, nothing important was changed.))

--Clink--

((Ok maybe it was a bad idea to make them speak undistinguishable alien garble. I'm just going to pretend they always had translators on them.))

The centipede then decided it was a good idea to pull the human away, "Undistinguishable alien garble?" she asked.

"I'm greeting a new friend," the human said.

"Undistinguishable alien garble," the centipede responded.

"Do I really have to know them?" asked the human.

"Undistinguishable alien garble!" said the centipede.

"Undistinguishable alien garble," interrupted the mole, looking at the confused guards, "Undistinguishable alien garble?"

"Undistinguishable alien garble..." said the centipede. She adjusted a device with a microphone near her mouth and the mole soon followed. The centipede suddenly started speaking in english. "Sorry you have to deal with him doing that, again, I swear they have the mind of a child," she said.

"We should probably get going..." said the mole.

"Indeed," said the centipede, "This is none of our business."

"Aren't we going to wait for the robot?" asked the human.

"Good lord, I already told you we barely even know them," said the centipede, "With how quickly they pulled their guns out on them I doubt we should even remotely trust them."

"They're not hurting anyone, they're a friend," said the human.

"Not right now at least, but even if they aren't rouge and they just, somehow pulled their guns out by mistake, I'm sure they're very busy with... whatever they're doing." The centipede looked sternly at Matikclocker.

--Clink, Crashlanding--

Dust scattered as another ship landed near the crashed one. The pilot got out and took off his helmet, revealing a face that looked like it belonged to a pug. Their name was Vin, and they were a bounty hunter currently attempting to capture an escaped defect alive and bring them somewhere that they can be properly disposed of. He looked over at the crashed ship, then to a colony he had seen on the way down. He figured they would have most likely left the ship and gone to the colony, but it wouldn't hurt to check the ship first. He looked inside of it, making sure to give it a thorough search. Nobody there.

Vin got some supplies from his ship and started heading towards the colony...

--Fellezin Prime--

"Ah, those would probably be fine," said Gull, "though 'CredNets' sounds like a digital currency, which we don't accept."

Gull walked up to a building with a storefront with "EVERYTHING BUT CAKE" in large letters, with "For all your non-cake shopping. We welcome everyone!" below it. "Here we are," Gull said as he walked in.

Inside there were a whole ton of aisles and a few checkouts. Gull looked towards one of the further checkouts where a rather tall woman who looked like an employee was arguing with a customer. "Well, just ignore her, she's usually like that," Gull said as he went to one of the empty checkouts and got on the computer, "Just tell me what parts you need for repair and I'll tell you which aisle they're in."

Mon, 05/28/2018 - 01:20

#1879

Matikclocker

Megapost!

== Fellezin Prime, EVERYTHING BUT CAKE Shop ==

"I see. Anyways..."

Proto is assessing damage to the chassis and all components and starts listing out the parts. "Lemme see...I'm going to need the following: Auto-Stabilizer Module for Colossus-class legs, strengthened hardpoints for bionic arms, 5 PowaCo batteries, Zettawarp Blink Module, Shield Module, "Jupiter" Hyper-EMP Module with built-in Paralyzer, four "Erazer" Railguns, power-adapting wires, electroplate armor, and some alloy plating."

Proto looked at Gull for a second. "I know it's a lot of stuff, but I have thought that I could use a little upgrade. If you don't have any of those then it's okay, the auto-stabilizer, power-adapting wires, hardpoints and alloy plating are the essentials that I need."

== Fellezin Prime, Salmon Flight Spaceport ==

A spaceship landed on the airport. It was registered as a Planetrion cargo ship, although the content come from a different corporation. Two robots step out of the ship. One of them is partially round, very heavily armored and has synthetic yellow hair, equipped with a male AI. There were screws and bolts visible on his face. The other robot had small metal wings coupled with a jetpack on the back and overall the build was more feminine and fit than the first one. The robot was also equipped with a female AI. She has green holographic hair.

"I think...this is the...place." the first one said.

"Salmon Flight is a weird name for a spaceport. But anyways...! Where are we supposed to head to, Duster?"

The other robot, which is known as Duster OriX-500B, responds, "There is a nearby electronics...convention. We could show...our possibilities. Right, Delitana?"

The Ori-200L "Dawnbringer", known as Delitana, looks over at Duster. "Sure! You lead the way or I do?"

"Just grab me, lift us up and I'm going to show you the direction."

They headed off to the convention.

== Clink ==

"Feel free to explore the area. We will deal with this piece of CRS scum." the warden spoke to the mole, centipede and the human.

"As for the runaway M-OVC-2002 model...mister Carbon would be very pleased to decomission and then brainwash you into--"

Matikclocker suddenly interrupted the warden. "I would be very pleased to talk with Carbon Six about what has he done to Overclocked Industries."

The wardens stood in shock, but then regained their cool. "You're getting brainwashed anyway." they said. "Let me talk with Carbon, we can talk about me joining you later." The warden nodded and then a TV screen came up in front of the robot.

"Well, well, well...ain't it the little M-OVC-2002, the battle tyrant of the company?" Mr. Carbon spoke up.

"I'm not a tyrant, what made you think of that?" Matikclocker responded.

"You always kept the OVC Pro and OVC Legend robots hidden to everyone. Now that I am the CEO, I managed to decomission every single existing Pro-class and reprogram two of Legend-classes into my servants." Carbon paused for a moment, trying to remember the names of the decomissioned Pro-class robots. "I'm being honest right here...Powerflash, Piercer and Starburst are just pieces of junk. Who would even want a racing-type or hell, a magic-type OVC Pro robot? And how do you stuff magitech into those robots?"

Matikclocker stared at Carbon for a split second. "It's not how do you stuff magic components, it's how is it going to work. The point of the company is to provide people with top of the line hyperadvanced technology. How is the Market standing?"

Carbon looked away for a while. "I can assume that YOU drove the industry to the ground by now. Where is the top corporation?" Matikclocker glared at him.

"RoboCorp?" Carbon responded. "I don't know how did it go down, the Pro models were available for--"
"HA! You don't even know how to run a corporation, especially when it was leading the market for several years!" Matikclocker interrupted again.

"RoboCorp was pretty close to the top, you would've lost against them either way. Also--"

The assistant robot came. "Mister Carbon, at exactly 6 days, 23 hours and 30 minutes ago, the Galactic Market asked you to pay 4 million crednets to them so they can issue a refund to anyone who returned the OVC Pro robots that you decided to downgrade and overprice them for no reason. If you don't comply within the next 30 minutes, the Market is going to repossess the entire colony and exile OVC from the network, forcing us to sell stuff into the Protritanium greyzone." She looks over st the TV screen. "Also, what errands are you currently running?"

Matikclocker gazed in shock. He remembers the robot as Energyload, the scout-class OVC Legend robot. Carbon responds to Clocker, "Oh, yeah, better pay those debts before they close us down, haha--" He looked pretty nervous, which made the battle robot curious.

"So you actually hit rock bottom. Well then, good luck with selling your stuff to the Protritanium Bazaar." Matikclocker responded

"You're telling me goodbye? Sure. Also don't worry, I know how to handle all of this--"
"28 minutes, sir."
"I got it, got it! Now...Wardens, BRAINWASH HIM!"

The wardens started cornering Clocker, when out of sudden, the assistant robot, Energyload, spoke up. "Wait...isn't that the Matikclocker M-OVC-2002 battle robot? I thought the C-OVC-2018 Clocker model was created, but I guess I was wrong. Can I check on him for a while?" she asked.

"Sure, but not for long, we got to pay those market fools!" Carbon responded.

Energyload started walking down the corridors, headed to the archive. Unlike her previous design, this one has been modified to look 'better'. While she looks like a businesswoman robot, it might be different than expected.

Tue, 02/19/2019 - 15:00

#1880

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

retconning the retcon and then probably retconning something else even though nobody's here anymore so i'm not actually going to say anything unless somebody randomly appears here

i should remake this thread on tbgf already why haven't i done that

Mon, 04/06/2020 - 17:29

#1881

Ventai

Subject

Of ill fate, none so bad as gentle negligence. To be forgotten is one thing. An existence reduced to that of common dust that if left alone may in time form a bunny. Truly a fate to be proud of. But of course, that which is forgotten does not change physically. Though spiritually one may feel as dust the body may yet remain. To be forgotten by humanity is something small. But what if the world wished for dust to stay dust?

At the world's behest, it's all gone. Your id stagnates, your superego grows mute, your ego stills itself. Is this sensation that of being ripped from reality itself. A violent timbre, vibrations of rejection, rend, raze, and rip away the shallow ideal of you. Such a fate, cruel by all definitions. As conscious slows to a stall, what last thoughts cross the mind of one deemed absolutely irrelevant. Why? By what force has this judgment come to pass? Have your actions crossed a God? Have your words angered the terrafirma below your feet? Or have you been made the butt of a cruel cosmic joke?

No. You were just forgotten.

=Obscura=
The seafoam is brilliant today. Carrying up and onto the shores many objects. Those that shine, and those that sparkle. Round, square, square round, and thin. All manner of objects without any reason or rhyme. The waves wash them ashore, as the waves often do, littering the beach. If nothing else, the trip hazard sand makes for a fantastic scene to paint. And that's exactly what one young lad finds himself doing. Painting the beach in its irrelevant splendor. Taking note of all the new things to wash up as time goes on. Not the least of which, being a body. At least, it seems to be so.

Thu, 04/09/2020 - 17:11

#1882

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

--Obscura--

A rather suspicious looking person approaches the beach from inland, spying the young lad as she does so. "Hmm, never seen anyone here before..." she thinks, before looking around, "Actually, where is 'here' anyways? This place is kinda a dump."

Sat, 04/11/2020 - 12:32

#1883

Ignum-Vagum

Karate

Seafoam. Salt air. These are the first sensations to return to the young man washed ashore upon the beach. coming further into consciousness, he notices the land around him, the junk littering the beach, the painter in the distance. After laying in the sand for some time, slowly regaining control of his faculties, the man sits up and begins to rummage around in the beachside junk.

Junk! trash, knickknacks, whatever you call it, he had always had a soft spot for it. As the saying goes, one man's trash... Rummaging around in the sand, the man pockets the shinier baubles and bits that are found there, hoping for future use. Grabbing a longer metal rod and deeming it suitable as a walking stick, the man approaches the painter-

"Say, what are you putting to canvas there? Looks like quite the vision. Speaking of, you wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?"

Sat, 04/11/2020 - 13:07

#1884

Ventai

Subject

=Obscura=

Ah, it seemed the young man drew breath after all. The painter dashes all theories of why a cadaver had washed up as he watches the young man stumble along the beach. Simple movements causing the landscape to shift, every footprint added new detail. Additional paint strokes. Not that the painter cared for an additional movement, even if it forced him to change some aspects of his portrait. Nothing wrong with a shifted seashell, or a freshly loosened tire iron, or even a rock placed elsewhere. Ah, it's ruined.

As the young man approached, the painter sighed. As the young man asked his questions, the painter sends first through canvas. Creating a hole where once the cadaver had been painted. If only reality could continue to mimic his art. He lets his arm linger within the painting, wearing a somber expression as he celebrates the death of what was. Slowly now, the previously painting lad pulls his arm from the canvas, and signs it with what little think black paint he had left. Though stylized, he draws it bold, clear to see.

Sonus.

"Forgotten by all, considered less than the rusted pipe you hold in your hand." The painter starts to speak. "You've been left behind. And sooner or later everything left behind ends up in Obscura. You must be tired after dying. Wanna shack up at my place?"

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(Hey, it's nice to have you two join! I'm hoping for this adventure to be a fun one haha.)

Sat, 04/11/2020 - 21:22

#1885

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Nice to be back at this RP after so long. Hopefully I'm not ruining the mood you have set up here.))

--Obscura--

The woman just watched from where she stood as somebody else approached the painter. She sees the pair begin to talk and as the pair begins to talk she begins to listen to what they have to say. Was she hearing them right? From the painter's description he made this place sound like... some sort of afterlife? No, that couldn't be right. How could that possibly be right?

"Hey!" she suddenly shouts towards the pair, "What are ya two talking about?"

Mon, 04/13/2020 - 13:44

#1886

Ignum-Vagum

Reese Peanut Butter Cup(Tm)

Oh good god! Whatever he had done to upset the young man, it certainly seemed to have quite the impact, as the painter rammed his fist through his work with a sudden violent punch. Signing his name in a languid, deliberate manner contrasting his marring of the work, the young man was finally able to determine the name of this mysterious painter: Sonus

"Oh jesus! I'm sorry to offend you- Sonus, was it? You really don't have to scrap the whole thing, I think it looks fine! Or? Maybe.. you know, I think the hole in the canvas suits it nicely. After all, it'd be a shame if I had to explain away my apparent death on a beach to anyone who views your work. Nice to meet you by the way, the name's Magnus. And thanks for the offer, you wouldn't believe how much a warm bed would mean to someone who was beachbound."

Noticing the woman approaching behind them, Magnus turned. How odd, so many people winding up on such a deserted landscape. Well, at least loneliness wouldn't be an issue. Hearing her question was intriguing too- did no one know where they had all ended up? Except this Sonus fella, anyway.

"What're we discussing? Well, what else- the intricacies of fine art!"

Mon, 04/13/2020 - 16:14

#1887

Ventai

Subject

=Obscura=

As soon as the young man starts talking the painter turns back to his canvas, now torn. He considers the value of a broken painting as the young man talks about the hole being an improvement. And maybe under a certain light, it could look less intolerable. Or... maybe not. The painter continues to look at his painting, completely disinterested in everything the young man has to say, at least until he says the name Sonus. There's a notable reaction from the painter upon hearing the name, a subtle twitch, followed by a not so subtle twitch.

"It's nice to meet you, Magnus." The painter extends a limp hand "My name is Sebastian. Sonus is my family name." And by the time introductions are out of the way, Sebastion takes notice of another. A female who seems just as inquisitive with a dash of nosey. It was that special blend of curious that only those who wash ashore experience. Sebastian knew the signs at this point. His hands had painted them countless times.

"You are welcome to follow." Sebastian starts talking to the woman. "But my home is not a safe place for someone like you. You'll want a pipe, or something equally blunt. Nothing sharp though. Unless it's small." Sebastian holds up a paintbrush, a small one hardly half a foot long. "Like this. In fact." He hands the brush to the woman, upon closer inspection it's not hard to see the butt end finally pointed, the wood discolored as it gets closer to the fine tip.

"Nothing useful here. Let's move. We can continue talking about the intri-" Sebastian stops himself short. He opens his mouth, speaking sounds but not saying words. Struggling. "Oh, I don't think I've learned that word yet... whatever you said Magnus, we can talk about it." Without grabbing his tools, or canvas, or even easel, Sebastion starts walking, he walks slow. Whether that's because he wanted to wait up for them or because of the limp is anyone's guess.

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(Not at all mate, you're not ruining anything!)

Wed, 05/13/2020 - 19:37

#1888

Ignum-Vagum

John_Freeman.jpg

"Ah, Sebastian! Wonderful name if I do say so myself." Magnus mentally shrugs off the painting incident. Whatever this "Sebastian"'s deal was, he certainly didn't seem to take well to art criticism. Ah well, better to drop the subject. When he mentioned a weapon, Magnus perked up-

"Oh, good thing I decided to grab this walking stick then! I suppose it could be used as a weapon if the situation called for it.."
Hefting the long pipe in his hands, Magnus considers its weight, then draws something out of his pocket- a trinket picked up earlier, a shining brass gear.

"Here, this ought to make it a bit more suitable." Affixing the gear to the end of the pipe through a mixture of wire and brute force, the walking stick now had a suitably heavy head for bashing.

Seeing that Sebastian had started off without him, Magnus turned to the woman and back to Sebastian, as if to say "Well, lets get going then"

"Oy! Wait up Sebastian- can I call you Seb? Hey, and if you don't mind me asking, what's with the limp? Have you been here long? And come to think of it, what did you mean by asking if I was tired after dying?"

Wed, 05/13/2020 - 21:02

#1889

Ventai

Subject

Insufferable. Beyond insufferable. Whatever punishment awaited in the ninth hell, whatever iron, cast from pain, that made up the mortal coil mush have been designed as nothing more than a prelude to what Sebastion is dealing with now. At least the woman stayed quiet. If nothing else, Sebastion could admire the stranger's craftiness. To take a useless object, let alone two, and make use of it. It was a talent nothing short of being able to be considered a divine ability. And as the divine should be revered, Sebastion revered this man in silence. Choosing to continue walking.

Sebastian did not care if the others followed. Slow step after limping step, he moved away from the low bluff and rocky beach, moving inland, through the woods, dense with trees that made for shade sublime. A forest path that interested with many others, these woods were well-traveled. Signs of human life quite literally littered the woods. Knickknacks and trash left to rust both on and off the trail, place haphazardly, left in a rush. Despite hearing Magna's questions, Besation did not answer right away. Choosing to wait for minutes at a time before saying a word. "A name for a useless thing is nothing more than a mechanism to separate the trash. You may call me whatever you please."

Then silence took place. A few minutes later, he spoke up without provocation. "The limp is my punishment. Or rather, it is the mark of revenge taken against me. Regardless, I earned it." And he said nothing more on the matter.

As the group of three breaks through the treeline, what greets them on a cloudless day is the sight of rolling hills, plains of grass that rolls like waves along the fertile ground. In the distance, marked by black smokey pillars, is a small town. Hardly a town, a hamlet. Of small stone wall houses with rooves of shale and sometimes straw. Homes that could call to mind only one word: old. But there was one home, far, far away from the hamlet, and far, far closer to the group of three. A small home, more of a giant ramshackle shack, that sat close to the treeline. A relic of old, a watering mill that stood next to a dried river. Of rotten wood and decaying door, Sensation moved closer to the door, he put his hand to rest on the knob before stopping short.

"My brother has more patience, he will answer your questions. My day ends here. Brandish your weapons." That was his only warning as he opened the door to the shadow lit house, swinging outwards with a loud creaking sound. And from with darkness, without hesitation, something pounced upon the woman that followed. Upon touching sunlight, the assailant was revealed to be an older man, short black hair, tall in build, and sharing many features with Sebastion. His lips were puckered as his sights set on placing them firmly on the female member's face. Somewhere.

"Ignore him or stab him, I don't care." Sebastian enters the house.

Thu, 05/14/2020 - 12:47

#1890

Crazee-Pi-Forum

Remember, don't shoot food.

((Ah frick, I completely forgot about this, sorry.

I'm probably not going to return to this as I have other things to be doing, just say my character decided to stay at the beach. Maybe I'll return at a later date.))

Fri, 07/02/2021 - 18:12

#1891

Careenar

A bothersome body

does anyone still roleplay here?

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