I think the old dispute GM's should still be relevant to give advice to the new GM and be around just in case the stuff with the new GM doesn't work.

Plus it might be stressful for the new GM too.

I'm really sorry, but I'm not sure I'm up to trying to help figure this stuff out.

Plus my head doesn't seem to be working right, today.

It's fine — we'll need some time to think about this idea anyway.

I'm with Daisy on this one: keeping the other dispute GMs just in case this new doesn't work is a good idea.

Edited by G2BattleConvoy on Jul 30th 2019 at 7:41:42 PM

I also concur with Daisy, and that would make me feel a lot better and more comfortable going through with this.

Are we doing this? There doesn't seem to be any strong objections to this plan.

uhhhhhh

It actually happening is still on if Mobile's person will agree to come on, but if we're all fine with it we may as well officially say we're going through with it.

I'm alright with this.

I'll go with what everyone else is aiming for.

...Man, we really need to work on closing items.

Last call for any objections or other discussions to this proposal. I will move to close it by...Iunno, 11 PM EDT otherwise.

Just to be clear, we're going with Daisy's suggestion, right?

We are, yes, including Daisy's addendum. It'll likely end up as just me being the in-house Moderator adjunct or something, though the other two may stay on for a bit as a transition.

Edited by megarockman on Aug 16th 2019 at 4:19:32 AM

I made my idea so no objections

HAY THOTS

IT'S TIME 4 PLOTS

A (clumsily-worded) Refresher on Voting:

• No voting until I say the polls are locked. They will start as open and will stay so until all pitches have been submitted.
• No announcing who you're gonna vote for publicly. All votes should be PMed/DMed to me for confidentiality's sake.
  • It should follow that you shouldn't post your vote in the discussion thread.
• Please don't vote if you're not in the RP. If you don't understand what the distinction is and need clarification, those of us who have been here awhile will be glad to answer.
• The submissions will be listed as closing after they've been locked and I've received almost all the votes. Please, if you're online (and in the RP as per the above), vote and don't hold things up. You may also change your vote during this time if you desire. If there's a tie, a revote may be called.
  • We're still going with ranked-choice voting/instant runoff/the alternative vote. TL;DR you'll be ranking your choices on the ballot in order of how much you like them rather than just picking your favorite. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns about this method.
• The submissions will be listed as locked after all votes have been received. Voting after the submissions are locked ain't gon' do much, sadly.

Most importantly, remember: IT'S MY GRRREATEST GIFT IDEA

The streets outside the Mall were teeming in the neon light. Lengii and travellers across the stars had assembled in an undulating mass of flesh and enthusiasm. Vania looked up, the light streaking her face like paint. She was wearing all of the Star-Merch, her favorite baggy shirt, her Bezalel pants, her Ammon slippers, the works. The Mall was a towering mass of glowing and angles and smooth polished black, dappled with stars, and it made her feel so lucky to be there. She looked down at the ticket in her hands and crossed her fingers. Let it be me, she thought, she hoped. Oh gods, let it be me.

On the stage in front of the mall, from a puff of smoke like a nebula, appeared Bezalel, the Starlight Game’s host. He was dressed in a hot-pink suit with hearts for buttons. He was smiling, his pale face perfectly complemented by a swath of dark curls. Holy crap, Vania thought, what a DREAMBOAT….

The crowd went up in thunderous applause, cheering and howling in unearthly tongues. The entire city was watching, a million and one eyes turned to the city in the stars. She could hear the Pipers from the center-point, humming and thrumming their endless melody. A ten foot tall Lengii, with arms made out of knives, threw Bezalel a rose. He caught it and lifted it to his nose.

“Oh, how marvellous,” he said, “welcome, welcome, my loves, to the Starlight Game’s casting call!”

The crowd went up in another deafening cheer. Vania pumped her arms into the air and howled. Vanya peered at her from the lights within her eyesockets amid her skull-face and not to be outdone howled as well. Somewhere in the crowd the Gugs were laughing and screaming. Bezalel bowed and with a single gesture of his hands revealed a massive screen, hidden by the threads of logic that composed the world.

“We shan’t waste your time tonight,” he said, beaming, “our first facilitator shall be...!”

Vania watched, waiting for the screen to show her face. She was ready.

Tommy Catkins hated the city, he thought, as a gout of flame singed his tail. The quaint plains around Ulthar, with their gently swaying tallgrass and seas of warm browns and greens, were a much better place for little kitties like he. Still, he knew, now was no time for laments. He was in cover behind a tipped picnic table, now quickly becoming reduced to kindling for the world’s worst bonfire. He could hear the Hierophant’s jibberjaber from the fountain.

“N'ghftuh'eog ahornrm hup nafl'fhtagn ghnaghm, ng nilgh'ri cahf ah bthnkor ng mgn'ghft ahor ah'mglw'nafh!”

Charming, he felt. Catkins grabbed his hat and briefly held it above the table. Within three seconds the hat was on fire. Catkins dropped it and popped up, gun in paw, knowing they’d wasted their shot. He saw the Hierophant, a small man with a baby’s face, and saw his two Mystagogues, flame-spitters empty, fumbling to fill them with fire.

“Sorry, gentlemen,” Catkins said, smirking, “but turnabout is fair play.”

He pulled the trigger.

The lounge was full of empty cans of cherry cola. Atal leaned back in her seat and sighed. She would not come again, not for a long time, she thought. She’d developed a pounding headache, and she was not sure if it was from the music, the stress, or the Flame Priests.

Nasht and Kaman-Thah watched her intently, eyes peering from their screen-heads, each with a can of cherry cola in their hand. She looked at them and scowled.

“No,” she said, “I won’t stop. The Plant will continue operation at maximum efficiency as per my directives.”

The two Flame Priests began to vehemently shake their heads, and Kaman-Thah cranked Nasht’s voicebox. Atal stood up.

“I said no, damn you,” she put out her chest, “I am a Priest of Things, I have my rights. Starry Wisdom has brought word to us from Kadath that we our undiluted service is required in preparation for this accursed game. I shall do what I am instructed, not listen to the mewlings of two…”

She looked around, gesturing to the sea of cans on the floor. Her voice was starting to crack.

“Blasted addicts!”

Kaman-Thah stopped, deflated. He looked to Nasht to speak.

“You bring in peril,” Nasht’s synthesized voice whirred, “not only us, but the logos. Seth w—”

“Seth nothing,” she said, “you have addled your minds with this nonsense of dreaming and drinking. We are done here.”

She turned and left Seventy-Steps without another word.

The Starlight Game

The Starlight Game◊ is set in the cosmic metropolis of Leng, situated beyond the reach of sanity in the universe. Leng is a city where universal laws are extremely fragile and is the home of many strange and impossible beings. The party will be, though circumstance, brought to Leng and invited to participated in the mysterious Starlight Game, a massive gameshow hosted by the charismatic Bezalel, however, all is not as it seems…

The Starlight Game revolves around competition, cruelty, and anguish. The party will be split into three competing teams who will participate in sadistic and often directly harmful minigames to avoid survivor-style elimination votes. Eliminated characters will be removed from the Game, but not permanently killed or anything absurd. Players whose characters are eliminated will not be forced to sit out either, but instead will work with me, the GM, to have some special roles and experiences. If you personally are uncomfortable with the possibility of having your character voted off, you are welcome to express that up front so that other players know to not vote for your character.

The primary objective of the plot is to escape the Game intact, through exploration of Leng and the uncovery of its secrets and the secrets of the Game. There will be considerable downtime focus in this plot where much of the adventuring and content will happen. This plot is meant to be player-driven and character-centric, with much depending on the players interacting with the world around them, and tangible rewards and perks being granted to characters for exploration.

Also, Liz Abbott will appear.

"Welcome to the World of Guertena. We truly thank you for attending today. We are currently holding an exhibition for the great artist Weiss Guertena."

About a century ago, an artist devoted himself to his work. He created deep, rich worlds of paint, all of it surreal yet captivating. Each painting and sculpture had his heart and soul poured into it.

And when he died, his art lived on without him. In fact, it seemed to grow a sort of consciousness. A world with a mind of its own, and its own rules.

One which everyone wants out of. For the artist's works were not exactly upbeat. But this is a world which demands a sacrifice to leave it.

It is much easier, of course, to enter it than it is to come back out again. Most visitors come in by accident.

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF GUERTENA

An Ib Story

A plot based on the indie horror game Ib, where the party gets trapped in an art gallery filled with art that's all too lifelike!

• A fairly short, straightforward plot, focused on problem solving and character interactions. It's gonna be a basic Monster In The House horror tale, which I don't think has been represented in RP plots too much.
• The story will follow some beats of the original, but with enough added spice to make it unique.
• This is not a plot you can punch through! Violence is usually ill-advised and will almost always have consequences. As such, non-combat-focused characters are advised.
• Basically, it's gonna be a chill plot. No globetrotting epic, just try to find your way out of the gallery and have fun interacting with with its denizens.
• yeah im pitching this again lol
• Feel free to message me for details if you want to know more!

WRONG THREAD

Edited by CrystalMemoria on Aug 18th 2019 at 1:21:22 PM

THE GRAND RACE

All you children called by the great tournament, it is time to be doing the grand prix!!!!!!!!

Cute host! Sita, fairy!!!! I'm have a magic artifact, and it'll grant you... a wish! A wish for anything! I really really really promise it's not a bad ggenie wish!!!

Complete the race to become the grand master, and make super wish!

No risks from wishes! GM-guarantee!

The race will be set around a weird volcanic island, Vvarsomething! Several pit stops will be placed, both to provide rest for the racers and to prevent extraordinary leads. Not all of them are top billing, tho... sorry!!!!! Resting periods are 2 days, and every person first to these pit stops get a cool reward!

This is a team race!!!! Teams of 2-3, no more no less!!!! Find a friend, or make one, or whatever. You do not need a vehicle to participate... though, you'll want one! Leave building to me if you want one, I can make it to your dreams' content...

I threw a few things in a bunch of tombs and dungeons and stuff, they might help... if you can gather them~! They're pretty dangerous to get, though... The first racer to the city of Vivec is crowned the winner... Ignore the people in the big armor, they might not like you coming in, they're kind of jerks.

I hope to see you all there!!!! Please do not not participate or else I have lost a lot of moeny .

Seyda Neen

"Stand up. There you go."

The ashen-skinned, well toned and shirtless Dunmer loomed over another figure, a concerned spice added to his deep, coarse tone, pulling him to his feet... The second figure, a diminutive, similarly elvish figure, pale skinned, pointed ears, and deep black eyes- a Bosmer, or Wood elf, wobbled on his feet a bit. "Oooogh... by the Green, my head is spinning..." he mutters, shaking his head. "That Nord really roughed me up, yech..."

He looked to his "savior", the Dunmer, brushing dirt off his clothes. "Oh, thank you, Dunmer, I fear no one else would view me as anything other than a broken drunkard, in my sorry state! To whom do I own the honor to...?" The Bosmer said, giving an all-too friendly grin.

The Dunmer paused, trying to figure out how to phrase this... "Jiub. My name is Jiub. A pleasure to meet you, Bosmer," said Jiub, exhaling.

"Jiub! Simple and easy, as all names should be. As for me, you may call me Fargoth!"

Jiub nodded, giving a slight smile. "Well, no need to thank me, I was just on my way to Vivec-"

"Oh, whoa, what's this...?"

Fargoth suddenly brushed past Jiub, looking at a slip of paper nailed to the wall... "A race? For a wish-granting device...?"

"A wish? That's preposterous, not even the Tribunal would grant such a thing for something as simple as a race..."

"Now hold on-!" Fargoth said, raising a finger. "A wish may be over the top... but this could be a way to get back... my ring!" He turns to Jiub, spinning wildly. "Please, Dunmer, I truly need your help! This may be my only opportunity to regain my lost ring..."

Jiub stared, bemused. "I... don't think I have much time to waste for a race, sir, I really should-"

Fargoth gestured wildly, exclaiming; "Good news, then- this race just so happens to end at Vivec, it seems! There's no entry fee, so you can get there basically for free!"

Jiub thought to himself... He was, in fact, new to the land, shirtless, and lacking a single Septim to his name. This may be his only shot at getting to Vivec, without being devoured by hungry Cliff Racers... "You have a point, Bosmer. Perhaps this would benefit both of us..." Jiub mused.

Fargoth extended a hand. "Partners then?"

Jiub took his hand, shaking it. "Partners."

Fargoth grinned once more, eagerly. "Wonderful! I have a feeling you and I are about to become... VERY close."

Chaldea

A room in the grand observatory, themed after a Japanese oriental household... Roughly a few or so Heroic Spirits, contracted to a great hero, sat around a kotatsu.

Oda Nobunaga! Class- Archer... Was playing on a small handheld console.

"... come on... don't run away this time... Gyeaah!"

She yelled out, before roughly slamming it onto the table. "This game sucks, why the hell do I bother?! XP curve is rigged, rigged!"

"You say that every other week, get over it! Find a new game, or get good, or something...!" Says the pink haired girl across from her...

Saber Class- Okita Souji! ... Was chiding her fellow Spirit on her ineptitude at Wyvern Journey ("really? That's what we're going for??"). "Sheesh, this is all you do, these days..."

"It's because, frankly, there's nothing to do!" Nobbu said, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. "I'm washed up! Gudaguda 1 is never getting rerun, I don't have a battery, and my last shot at fame got "terrible kit" ratings across the board..."

Nobunaga's head hit the table, slamming her fist. "Nothing but despair fills me..."

"... Well, sheesh, I'm- hey, wait a minute..."

... hanging from Nobunaga's hat... was... a pamphlet! Which Okita-san very quickly reached over to nab, sparking interest from a confused Nobbu. "What? What's that? Lemme see-!"

Pushing against Okita, Nobbu read aloud... "Etc etc... A wish? Like a Grail, minus the end of the world??"

"Is it not too good to be true...? And why did we get it, anyway? We're not even..."

"... Wahaha! It's elementary, my dear Souji! We're not [that], but what we are... are focus char-"

"-Innncredibly lucky!" Okita cut in.

"O-yes, yes, highly fortunate! Hehehe..."

Nobbu's head filled with wishes... A surprise Gudaguda reboot... A skill strengthening... Efficient farming...

"Okita, Okita! We have to do this... We, really, just have to!"

"B-but Nobbu! For Servants to have an adventure without Master... Is that... legal?"

Nobunaga grinned, a blazing passion in her eyes. "I will make it legal! Fetch my wallet, I know who to bribe to get in! Think about your wish quick, Okita, I'm used to these kind of things."

Nobunaga jogged on, to a particularly foolish member of Chaldea Staff...

Colorado

Two young lasses sat on a roof top, passing chinese between each other.

One was a pink-haired, armored girl of... considerable size, looking like she sprinted a mile.

The other was a rough-looking girl covered in garbage. Together, they fought crime earlier today.

"You... you do this every day...? Really???" Asked the pink haired girl.

"Hell yeah, I do. Don't sweat it, you'll get used to it." Said the trash girl, biting into an eggroll.

"Sheesh, that's... ehehe, that's wild! Holy crap, I'm still, I'm still shaking?"

"Mm, happens. Don't let it get to you too much."

... The armored one tapped a foot a bit, thinking. "... I... think I got a name down! Ehehe..." A shimmer in her eye. "Hornet of Concrete! 'Cuz I'm tough and sting things!"

"Pfft, nah," the garbage lady said. "First, copyright. Second, that... isn't really you, at all. You're like a samurai, not a bee."

"... Mnngh... this is haaaard... I wish I knew, I wish I-"

A paper flies in her face- "GWAAH! Get it off get it off get it off!"

Trash girl stares a bit, holding in several snickers, before pulling the paper right off. "Heheh... Imagine if that was a knife, you'd be super fuckin' dead."

"Don't- don't say thaaaat..."

"It's true! You gotta be ready for that in the business... Now, wotsis, guvner...?" The refuse woman said, turning over the paper, smirking a bit.

"... What? What is it?"

"Ehehe... Taeko, I think I found our last cool summer thing...

"... Uhh... okay! Ehehe..."

The two get up, about to dramatically leap down to the pavement below... before stopping in their tracks, and turning to the child behind them. "... uh... hi kid? Aren't you the Camer-" "I'm a part of your team." "I'm sorry??? Girl, you're like, six-" "I will be a part of your team, and then I will wish."

... A cold wind blew across the night sky, as the two Bestowed stared at the child. Savannah spoke up, after a moment, stammering just a bit- "W-well, jeez, fine, welcome aboard, just don't tell your sisters or I'm super fucking dead.

"... Good. When on high..."

"So wait, where's Vvawh-"

A void took them in. Took them all in.

The child before them, the child known as T▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Athena borrowed them, taking them for... A day at the race.

To the end.

We welcome you to

The Great Tribunal Race! (ft. Not the Tribunal)

• This is a relatively lighthearted wacky race around the island of Vvardenfel! Compete for an opportunity at an entire wish! GM word: it's not a Bad Genie wish it'll Literally be what your oc Wants

• Numerous characters from Vvardenfel, as well as other less lore friendly characters appear, to give you stuff and quests, and also to murder you!

• Savannah's Back Lol

• Dagoth Ur probably not included!

• Fargoth will win

This is a serious pitch! Feel free to ask me whatever you need!

Currently accepting submissions; current options are:

• The Starlight Game (GM: Eldritchseer) — Info
• Welcome to the World of Guertena: An Ib Story (GM: XionKuriyama) — Info
• The Great Tribunal Race! (ft. Not the Tribunal) (GM: Trip) — Info

Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Aug 20th 2019 at 9:16:03 AM

Have a Good Day

that's it that's the plot

:)

Edited by ChrissieMcNapkins on Aug 22nd 2019 at 11:45:14 AM

Chris with encouragement here

Our winner is...

• Have a Good Day (GM: ChrissieMcNapkins) — Info

Thank you so much, Chris, I'm having a v good day now that you've won. c: What a wondrous plot.◊

now that we have had a good day... It is Now Time To Vote! Your options are...

• The Starlight Game (GM: Eldritchseer) — Info
• Welcome to the World of Guertena: An Ib Story (GM: XionKuriyama) — Info
• The Great Tribunal Race! (ft. Not the Tribunal) (GM: Trip) — Info

I vote for Bush

Congrats Bush◊

I vote for cake