Heh, thanks dude, but your idea was pretty cool and I was worried going up against it.
Question answers
1: I would probably prefer it, yes
2: It will likely be on the longer side of things. Really this depends. On things like what the players do, how things develop, etc.
@Box: I would prefer only one character
But if you really want to you can use two (because some people really do like this)
That's the limit though
edited 9th Oct '15 5:25:53 PM by ThanatoSeraph
1: alright I'm fine with having stuff be long. just as long as it has meaning, but I'm not really super worried.
2: and I'll be using Lancelot as my character since I feel he's been given the shaft a bit too much of the chars I play and I'd like to show he is his own person and not just the servant of a combat mech
@Box: Well as I said I'm okay with some people playing two characters
but I'm not really sure how that would work to be honest, unless they both went to the same place, seeing as how there is a party split thing for the two locations
@Bcom: Cool beans, that's fine with me.
@Riv: Ver e well.
@Fox: Okay, cool, thanks
edited 9th Oct '15 5:32:52 PM by ThanatoSeraph
no klara can tell fairy tales
but there are really evocative dialogues in pathologic
one i love
just love
is maria kain's dialogue on utopia (while possessed by nina kain)
BACHELOR: Here are the signs of recognition from Klara and Kapella. They bow to you, Dark Mistress.
MARIA: Scarlet. But let it be so. That means that if a miracle happens – and by tomorrow only those who should survive by my plan live, and the ruthless Authorities will forget about us as before –we shall deny the severe law of life. And then the dream will triumph. And a new Utopia will rise.
BACHELOR: What do you call Utopia, Maria?
MARIA: It’s not the Tower, Daniel. It’s the town. We understand the word “Utopia” not as an ideal of prosperous trade,a perfect social system and political validity, but as a mystical fact of materialization of the incomprehensible, normally inaccessible to the profane person.
BACHELOR: Who speaks now by your mouth?These aren’t your words, and this is not your voice.
MARIA: Truly. You listen. This world exists, but is not given into human hands. Never. It is revealed only by delicate hints; in inevitably perishes under a straight sight. Mystery is its life; this world dies if it is enslaved.
BACHELOR: This is why the pestilence has begun?
MARIA: Probably. But luckily, even in the best adjusted mechanism failures happen. Sometimes the two worlds—mundane and utopia—touch each other! The antibodies collide! And contrary to the law of self-preservation they do not perish, but merge, forming a marvelous symbiosis. Thus is Utopia – a terrestrial embodiment of an unearthly miracle – achieved!
BACHELOR: And you chose to create this town? This is how an embodied miracle looks?
MARIA: Yes. We could build a magnificent town of rock crystal, sapphire walls, emerald roofs and ruby roadways, as you would expect from children’s fairy tales about magic countries. But here true life – living people of flesh and blood – exists. What surprises you?
BACHELOR: Why dirt and dullness? Why worn walls, brick-works, rusty beams and sewage manholes? Is this how Utopia should look?
MARIA: This is how it looks. That’s why it’s Utopia instead of a dream. It is even associated with the word “bog”. It needs dirt. A bog of peat bathed in a ruby sky. Utopia accepts even the basest humans, the unattractive terrestrial. Therefore: the bloody Abattoir, rotten fields, barracks, and impoverished slums. This is the land.
BACHELOR: Oh, so . . .
MARIA: Utopia needs the Cult of Bulls, a living echo of the symbiosis between the world of beasts and spirits and the world of men. The animal nature lays the foundation of our civilization. Dirt, blood, manure, devouring each other’s skin and meat and bones: tools from which civilization, the commonwealth of creators, grows.
BACHELOR: And where’s the miracle?
MARIA: In the earth a miraculous merge of the Anthropophobic Steppe and the Human world occurred. This settlement transfigured from a society of devourers into one of creators. A true wonder was born. At its height, the Cathedral was built. But here we failed.
BACHELOR: . . . And then you built the Polyhedron.
MARIA: Yes. The Tower of the Riverbank has finally metamorphosed – a miraculous merger of worlds. The world of the possible and the world of the impossible.
BACHELOR: If all this was so great, why the pestilence?
MARIA: I do not know, Daniel. This is not our fault. The town has not sustained this tension, has not endured the heat. So we begin again. There is no death. We are not afraid of it. You see, I am dead and incorporeal, yet I am here. Like a restless soul doomed to return.

I bet you can't guess which character I'm using.
edited 9th Oct '15 5:24:49 PM by WonderSquid