War on Vandoosa

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Blind Hemingway, Apr 25, 2010.

  1. Okay, it seems that the thread in Insanity has sparked some interest in possibly Role-Playing it.

    Would any of you be interested in trying out a RP based on this?

    The entire concept would be played in Insanity similar in function as the Noob Wars and Raz Rebellions on the Proboards site, it should be quick and the entire point is to have fun.

    So it doesn't conflict with the canon of Iwaku World, I'd recommend suggesting it takes place in a parallel world of the forum. Set up would be fairly loose and plot would be entirely up to members vs. an established world.

    As for how we can play such a game: To quote Coffeekins, "Instead of one or two truly important characters in the spotlight with some back-up or maybe a a few other characters awkwardly competing for a "main" spot, you have a cast full of equally engaging characters playing their roles for all their worth without fear of complaint because, duh, it's like, their role?"

    For types of characters to quote Blazing Saddles, " I want rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers, and Methodists!"

    Comments, suggestions, ideas can be placed here.
  2. Sounds good to me. I'll assume, we'll have the ISAF show up and blow the shit of stuff like normal?
  3. It'll be an excuse for them to conduct weapons tests.
  4. Death Spire Forces will be on hand to combat both sides and 'recruit' those willing.
  5. Hm. I could get some technomagic/giant robots all up in this thing. Gonna be the devil's advocate here, for fun and profit.
  6. Ward, could you limit the amount of nukes and stuff used if you do go the middle man route?
  7. In the interest of community growth I'm in...
  8. Yeah, screw it, why not.
  9. Give me a week and I'll be in.

    Wife's mad at me cause I'm absorbed into the webernets.
  10. Alright, sounds good to me. If there is any sort of plot line involved, I'll compare it to 1940s Yugoslavia with the amounts of switching sides and general confusion between fictional groups.
  11. in was thinking of helping the Vandoosans actually, though i can limit the Nuclear weapons deployment.
  12. It'll be a conventional deployment on my end, with limited support from particle beam satellites.
  13. Samuel

    My smile is still as ever as my Care Bear tries to tug me towards the bed. Bless her--she needs a tad more muscle to do that, though I have no issue tipping over for her, just not now. I have a victory to claim here! "Good game, Care Bear. Good game."

    I then chuckle softly, taking a moment to fix my hold on her. "Well, they wouldn't be teenagers if they didn't cause a little trouble, right?" My face then scrunches up before taking an exaggerated whiff of the air. I hum under my breath. "And I don't smell anything burning, so I think we can breathe for once. Now then." A teasing smile graces my visage. "Shall I transport you back to your personal quarters, mademoiselle?"

    I know how horrid my French accent sounds but hey, practice makes perfect. Right?

    Humming a random tune, I start heading for the door, inwardly wondering if she'll let me carry her back to room. Out in the open. In my arms. Both of us still in our PJs. Obviously, I don't expect her to, as my little Care Bear isn't exactly a fan of public displays of affection. In all honesty, I just crave to see her precious cheeks light up in a blush; it's a sight like no other.



    I slap a hand over my chest and scoff, pulling off my best offended face. "How rude," I admonish dramatically, "You can't just use the Bull's name in vain like that, Cy. I'm vegan and do not appreciate the religious slander." However, the rest of my idiotic rambling dies off as Cy launches into (I kid you not when I say this) hands down the most amazing specimen of bio bull that I've heard in my life (wait...what would a Vegan Bull God look like? #veganbullgod). My throat constricts and suddenly it's incredibly hard to be a smart-mouth right now. I think my face is getting hot again and like always, I have no idea why.

    "Uh...dang," I utter like a dork. "Okay. You win, Cy. Ladies poop." I pause, feeling something else bubbling up on the back of my tongue. "That was awesome. Like grade A performance, mister Vegan Bull." I know he'll have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about but I don't worry much. He's come to accept my random stuff ages ago.

    When my gaze momentarily strays from his, I notice Pen is clearly having an internal struggle, though it isn't as intense in comparison to when Helen had a hand on her cheek. Jeez le cheese, you'd think Pen would have blood pressure issues by now; it's honestly worrisome. However, Pen seems more stable this time around and manages to smile back in a not so 'head over heels' fashion.

    "I'm fine, Helen. Really," I see the way she hesitates at first, but then she gently lowers Helen's hand from her forehead, giving it a little squeeze before letting go. Whoa there, Penny. Somebody's getting a little bold...

    I like it. Makes for great popcorn-binging content.

    After that, the conversation dwindles into a normal one and we soon enter the dining hall. Instead of locking onto the food, I make eye contact with the resident bitch (pardon my language, peeps): Demi. She shoots a glare at me but I simply look back with a grin and innocent eyes. I never back down from her and though others might see it as suicidal, I could care less. She starts anything, I won't be afraid to meet her halfway, anemic or not.



    Fuck---here comes the little goofy blond girl (Nellie) with her pack. I honestly don't when, how, or why it started but for some reason this chick is the only abnormal other than Morrigan that doesn't piss their pants when they see me. Granted, something like that would earn my respect but the way she does it...It just pisses me off, a lot.

    Plus, I know she's a fake.

    I don't exactly know how she's fake, I just do. It takes someone with a hidden agenda to know one.

    But, of course, whatever she's hiding is none of my business. As long as she doesn't get in my way, I could care less--




    The. Actual. Fuck?!

    "What's up with her?" I grumble under my breath. One moment, everything was calm; next thing I know, that speedy abnormal (Quinn) screams like a banshee and runs off. Christ--I'm seriously living with nut jobs!
  14. Alright, sounds good to me. Nukes are getting a little over done in a lot of the "War" based RPs, so I figure we can focus on fictional WMDs.