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Chard posted:Welp I've finally made it to the end of this thread. Thanks everyone for sharing and continuing to share your great stories. Tabletop RPG gaming has, for me, been an unattainable and lifelong goal. Literally no one I've ever known has shown the slightest interest, so I don't play. loving sucks. There's a play-by-post forum only three clicks away from this one!
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Golden Bee posted:There's a play-by-post forum only three clicks away from this one! But there's something that isn't quite the same as spergin' at fellow nerds in real life. I enjoy PbP games when I have the time, but it isn't the same.
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| # ? May 21, 2013 08:34 |
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So, I just remembered a story from a Feng Shui game I ran. The party had just gotten together from across space and time to begin their epic adventure to bring freedom to all reality and look cool as hell doing it, but they were having some problems; See, one of them was a celtic Pict wizard/knife-thrower priestess from 69 AD. Aoife didn't really fit in in 1998 Detroit. To remedy this, they sent her clothes shopping but made the mistake of sending the 2056 Monster Hunter techno-soldier to watch her, who only had 'approved' knowledge of 1998 and was convinced it was a horrible dark age full of fossil fuels and homophobia/racism, and she knew nothing about fashion or really about blending in. So they're off shopping and the techno-hunter is trying to defuse situations by talking about how Michael Jackson is a cool motherfucker (the approved method of doing so, from her training pamphlets) and loses track of Aoife and the credit card. Aoife assumes dyes and especially purple dyes are a mark of royalty. Aoife has free reign to pick out her own clothing and unlimited funds. The Monster Hunter comes back to find Aoife dressed up in a full on, rainbow-colored pimp suit, with a pimp hat, and a diamond-topped cane, pleased as punch. The rest of the party could not convince her to abandon this and she wore it proudly during their entire 1998 adventure, while they battled FEMA commandos and fought MIBs with a knife-conjuring, fire-spewing rainbow pimp pict by their side. It was one of the most glorious moments of 'It seemed logical to the character' comedy that's ever shown up in one of my games.
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| # ? May 23, 2013 04:41 |
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Carebearz posted:We did that mission too but we managed to bring back two of these big dinosaur monsters(where most of their warriors manage to cut off some scales for a rip out a tooth)  This was pretty much the standard outcome in a game where we wrangled some kind of giant alien Grizzly Bear, named him "Kodiak Junkpuncher", and installed him as our legal secretary in the Watch Fortress to deal with all the heat we were pulling down by being completely unorthodox in everything.
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goatface posted:Oh there's no real joy in ruining their fun, unless you're one of those DMs. Using their silly obsessions as an entertaining pivot to hang half a campaign on is quite good fun though. So you're saying you want to make them play 50 Cent: Blood on the Sand, the tabletop game?   "Bitch took my doors!"
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Keeshhound posted:So you're saying you want to make them play 50 Cent: Blood on the Sand, the tabletop game? When you put it like that you make it sound AMAZING.
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| # ? May 23, 2013 19:52 |
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One thing I particularly enjoy about RPGs is how players' ideas can bounce off each other and spiral into some really creative places. I had a great game last Saturday which definitely demonstrated this. The system was Vast and Starlit which is basically Blake's 7 the RPG. You play a group of escaped convicts who have chanced on a powerful spaceship. Character creation works by everyone writing down their character's name and then asking each other (potentially leading) questions. I had decided I wanted to play some sort of amorous/rakish space-pirate character. So when I was asked "why did the spaceship respond to your touch?" I decided that this was because I had a particularly sensuous touch. We ended up with: T4145: A giant battle robot (too large to actually fit in the spaceship, he floated alongside). He cannot kill after being imprisoned for disobeying orders on the battlefield. Vas Trellik was the seed for his AI. Vas Trellik: A genetically engineered super soldier from the slums of Earth. Had several clones which turned up in the story. Evangio Var Stark: My character. The only regular human. Zarquon: A plasma being/grey alien hunted by the souls of his many vanquished enemies. Gemma: A human controlled by an alien symbiot near her heart. The next step was creating our starship. First we had to choose something unique (and beneficial?) about our starship. Playing off the touch thing I suggested it was biological. We then decided the quirk of the ship was that it had it's own agenda. Lastly we choose a lack of life support systems as the ship's disadvantage. After Vas Trellik's player very enthusiastically did the 'draw the the spaceship' step we ended with some kind of giant space prawn with us inhabiting it's various organs and T4145 flying alongside. I christened her Eve and decided from the character creation that my character had formed some psychic bond with 'her' upon discovering the ship. And was now in love. The game proper then started. Oxygen was running low due to the lack of like support and we needed to convince the ship to visit a planet where we could recharge our reserves. The catch being that every world nearby was blockaded and this would be dangerous. It fell to T4145 to talk to the ship since Evangio was too worried about the risk. Although the ship was intelligent we had established it didn't really speak as such. So T4145 flew around and sort of stroked it's belly gently with weak lasers, slowly building in intensity. A brief diversion on mechanics. Characters in a scene basically do free roleplay until one of the other players says the situation is 'difficult','dangerous','both' or 'hot' (as in sexy) and then the resolution mechanics kick in. So as T4145 is gently floating about using its lasers Gemma's player declares that the situation is hot. So that is how we ended roleplaying a human-living spaceship-giant battle robot love triangle.
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| # ? May 24, 2013 20:12 |
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My friend and his wife were playing with me. He rolled for a called shot to her "smart loving mouth," once. Crit. Not monstrous. Hilarious. God Of Paradise fucked around with this message at May 25, 2013 around 02:27 |
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Ourp Pathfinder group ( half elf witch, dwarven rogue, human barbarian and human cleric) just washed up on a beach after our ship was attacked by water elementals. We were able o find a a city with an airship, but it wasn't leaving for awhile, so we decided to help out the local sheriff who "having trouble with bandits attacking tax caravans with guerrilla tactics". We set out in a fake caravan were almost immeddiattely attacked by a squad of Gorillas.
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| # ? May 25, 2013 17:53 |
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quote:Gorilla tactics Your DM has good taste Fake e: normally would post some content here to compensate for my trolling, but I haven't been in a group outside these forums since the last story I told you guys ;_;
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