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Stories / Never Ending Story

« on: June 07, 2013, 01:34:04 PM »

Narrator: Welcome writer’s to the newest, and hopefully greatest, Never Ending Story!

Ryan_Galen: Welcome to the what now?

Narrator: Ah, our first character. Tell me sir, what is your name?

Ryan_Galen: You know very well who I am. I know a narrator when I hear one. What I want to know is what in the world is going on here?

Narrator: Hmm... it seems we have a self aware one here. Well, it seems your writer has decided to use you to spark off a grand literary journey. An epic tale that will cross the hands of many writers, each adding and changing characters as time goes on; pulling the Plot forward into an endless up and down spiral that will only end when the breath of the last human on the face of the planet has been extinguished. You are now part of a Never Ending Story!

Ryan_Galen: ...so, a collaborative writing project then.

Narrator: More or less.

Ryan_Galen: Ok then. Well that still leaves the question of where we are right now.

Narrator: I just told you, you’re now part of an epic...

Ryan_Galen: No, no... I mean WHERE are we? Right now as far as the audience is concerned we’re just too voices talking in a nebulous void.

Narrator: Oh... oh dearie me. I appear to have forgotten to load the setting. Just one moment.

Newport Mall
Ah. The Newport Mall. The pillar of the economy. Bustling storefronts, large air conditioned walkways with vaulted skylights, and plants. Lots and lots of indoor plants. Needless to say this is the pillar of the economy within the city of Newport.

Or at least it would be if Newport had any residents yet.  Right now the city of Newport has populations of zero.  I haven’t even loaded in that character from earlier.

Ryan_Galen: Mind hurrying up with that. It’s getting a bit unnerving being disembodied.

Oh all right. Newport now has a population of one.

Ryan Galen takes a moment to access himself now that he... exists. Black canine pawpads, check. White right arm, check. Black left leg, check. Rest of fur matching border collie color variation, check. Check if eyes are still emerald green once he finds a mirror, but tail is still there so he can’t complain. Shirt... black tank top that shows off his muscular build too much, find a replacement as soon as possible. Short... passable.

Entry character description over, Ryan takes stock of the empty mall.

Ryan_Galen: So... I’ve noticed we’re working with a scrip format for this story.

Narrator: In tradition of the original story. It helps makes actions clear and deceive in what could quickly become a very confusion situation.

Ryan_Galen: And my metastory awareness?

Narrator:  Quirk of your writer. Not sure how the rest of the writer’s will handle it.

Ryan Galen shakes his head and looks about. Empty stores, deserted plaza... only signs of life are botanical.

Ryan_Galen: So when will we get some other writers... and you know, other characters.

Narrator: Oh, write it and they will come. They won’t just bring other characters though.

Ryan_Galen: ...what do you mean?

Narrator: A Never Ending Story is a collaborative writing project, not a roleplay. Every single writer controls ever single character whenever they post. That includes you... and me... and the zombies I just spawned in behind you.

Ryan_Galen: The what!

Ryan stops as a hand starts to close around his neck. Grasping that hand by the wrist, he spins around as he twists the offending arm. Attached to the arm he finds a husky, who really should be hollering in pain over the unnatural position his arm is in. Of course the pain from the exposed flesh around his missing eye might be a greater concerning... and is that an exposed rib?

Ryan escalates the husky’s concerns as he twists the arm further and lands firm kick on the dog’s chest. Tearing the arm straight off, the collie arms himself in time to fend off several other grasping arms.

Ryan_Galen: Seriously, zombies? In a mall? That’s the opening we’re going for?

Narrator: Oh come on. It’s more original than the arena the other Never Ending Story started with. Besides, looked lonely.

Backpedalling from his assailants, Ryan catches his first glimpse on just how many zombies we’re talking about.

Ryan_Galen: So you just decided to invite a few thousand of your closest friends?

Narrator: Well it was either that or ninja, and they don’t work cheap. So... want to place any bets on how long you'll last?

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General / Off Topic for the Off Topic Forum...

« on: January 09, 2013, 04:19:42 PM »

...otherwise known as being on topic.
Hey, there's no general discussion board around here, where else are we supposed to talk about the comics in general?

So yeah, what drew you all to this place?
My player mostly finds pondering where the plot line of Pending Else will take off to interesting, though he does find at least some of the characters in Beastling to be charming in their own right.
So... you?

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Stories / The Arena

« on: October 25, 2012, 10:16:16 PM »

There are many legends about what gods do in their free time. The Greek gods in particular are infamous for having nothing but time on their hands, but others like the Norse where no less indulgent. This story isn’t about any gods you know about though. The works of these gods, if they ever created anything at all, have long burnt out. All they have left are their games, and the games of these gods are played exclusively with the lives of mortals.

It all started innocently enough, at least as far as divine blood baths could be considered innocent. The gods gathered the greatest warriors from across multiple creations, shoved them into an isolated arena, and had them fight for their amusement. This went on for a few centuries before the weight of having so many of existences’ most powerful warriors in one place exploded in their faces... literally.

Picking themselves up, the gods looked at what they had done and corrected their mistakes. This time rather than taking the most powerful warriors from across creations, they took the most powerful heroes. Heroes, they thought, would at least have some restraint in how they used their power. This assessment was correct as the heroes restrained their power against themselves and instead directed it entirely against the gods. This incarnation of the arena lasted about three weeks.

Patching up their wounded egos, the gods once again looked at what they had done and corrected their mistakes. This time they took the greatest and most powerful heroes, but also wiped all but the most operational of their memories. This appeared to be a winning combination, as the personality of heroes who knew of nothing but battle in the arena where the most willing yet disciplined warriors the gods could have asked for. This was of course till a few millennia latter when they drafted a hero who had friends powerful enough to track them down. The implication of what had been done to them rippled through the arena, and soon the gods found themselves facing several millennia worth of righteously ticked off heroes.

When the dust finally settled a century later, the gods picked themselves off and looked at what they had done. One would think that third time would have been the charm and that the gods had finally learned their lesson. Unfortunately gods exist on the confidence that they are infallible, and they would rather die than admit what they desired was wrong. So once again they went about creating a new arena...

...sixteen incarnation later, a new dawn rises on the latest incarnation of the arena. Sitting in the center of a clover like world, the arena would to an outside observer be an afterthought in a larger creation. That small structure sitting in the center of four unique wastelands will soon be populated by newly amnesiac warriors from across the creations, warriors selected not only for their great (yet manageable) power but also because few would mourn their disappearance: the depressed, the bloodthirsty, the insane, and the cursed. This time the gods would get their entertainment for all eternity...

...and failing that sell recordings of the action to NBC as a reality show.