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Actually, according to either page 3 or 4 I have spoken to other people.

There is probably going to be some western aspects, especially since I've playing Red Dead Redemption for the past two weeks.

I'd say it be more medieval than western. Maybe a recently colonized area or whatever, the people making money with furs and stuff, but a different culture than 1700/1800s America.

I'm thinking of a mixture of the two. The fun thing about fantasy is that you can do whatever the hell you want.

Basically there's a rural town in the middle of nowhere that's always had a bit of trouble, with bandit gangs and the ilk. However, the people stick because the ground's good for farming and the woods nearby are full good fur animals. An adventurer can find money to make taking out bandits. An good con (like my dear Benjamin, whom I'm planning on using) can make money easily as well.

However, a different kind of trouble has cropped up. People disappear, sometimes for days, then return with a strange tattoo on their hands, seemingly unharmed. Then night falls. The marked people turn into elemental demons, bent on destruction and filled with rage.

Want to RP? I have a fairly linear and basic story in mind.

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Hi, you like The Minish Cap? That was my first Zelda game! I am currently viewing random profiles...you have been a victim.

Also, this: Weregeek » 2010 » October » 11

It was fun! And emotionally damaging!

Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It must be awesome, being able to drive everywhere you want to go.

It was mostly just me taking the time to subtly insult a party which I don't like. My question must have done something, however, since they lost horribly in both of the ridings in my area.

Today can be summed up thusly: post Cumberbatch depression and the awkward moment when it's easier to find the moral message behind "Raisin in the Sun" than it was to find the moral message behind something you are writing yourself. And also Doctor Who depression.

At least last night I got to see the new Star Trek film

Kinda dull. I've been hanging around home, looking up video game stuff and book stuff and university stuff.

I made the local newspaper by being opinionated! They took a picture of me asking politicians a question and paraphrased me.

Hi CJ. How are things?

I have my L, so technically I can drive, but my first time behind the wheel went poorly so I don't want to drive either.

But, if I get the job I'm going for it would mean going back and forth from home to mine/oil-patch/pipeline/whatever.

Whoa. Boston.

How are things holding on your end?

That's okay. I haven't been on much anyway.

Now, switching gears to Dyeus (my relatively new sci fi story)

Molly K, an earthborn trades woman who was deserted on Dyeus when the relief crew she worked with crashed there. A runaway who uses blatantly fake aliases (Molly K being short for Mjolnir Khan). Earns her way by selling first aid and working small jobs.
"Grow up. Grow a pair. You're not in Kansas anymore, buddy."

Tall and Small are a pair of brothers who raise cattle at the Ranch. Small is about ten, energetic, confident and talkative. His brother is closer to twenty, and less talkative and more suspicious. They trade supplies by scaving junk and selling meat. The first people Mol met on the planet.
"Git on, kiddo."

Trapper, a member of the Blackfyre merc company. Finds Dyeus to be disorienting, since the decaying colony hasn't seen any of the new tech development the rest of the world is using and enjoying. Also finds it disorienting because he crash-landed there. Analytical but warm, and swears he recognizes Mol from somewhere.
"You take your time seriously, you listen to your boss reverently you do your work well and yet, you still get screwed in the end."
"Whoa, I thought you were a merc, not a business guy."
"♥♥♥♥ off."

And finally, ADVIIJUDASEDOL01, a Combat Android more commonly known on Dyeus as Judas. Instead of putting him offline, the Cloud virus severely damaged his psyche, making him into the sadistic, charismatic, Messiah-syndrome suffering warlord he is recognized as today. To top it off, being the Prototype Eidolon, he can change his features like a normal person can change their expression.
"Awaken, children of the earth. See the corruption of the sky and water! See the death, the bloodshed! You know only suffering, but it can be better. It can, and it will."

Well, about half of them are only saved onto pages or Omm.
I can sum some of them up:
Benjamin, swaggering, quick witted and more or less immoral. Born into a rich family and fond of the good life, fate found him as a crime boss. Lives to serve himself. Epynomous phantom of Phantom.
“Ah, rumors. As I’ve already said, they are always abound. What sort of rumors?”

Tyne, a member of the Quiet Ones, Prince Xavier's personal guard and closest friend. Quiet, serious and devout to the crown. Formerly best locksmith and thief in the city, it was the Prince's idea to make him into a well paid guard. All he has to do is wear a mask.
"All I am is a man wearing a mask who follows orders. I do not lead without permission. I do not act without consent."

Nahri, a compulsive liar who was trained in the art of espionage and assassination from the age of six. Taught to assume the worst about people and to trust no one, especially not her emotions. From the volcanic Northern Islands.
"I have done things like this and worse. I do not regret my actions."

Prince Xavier, future king of Masrtan. Realistic and smooth, he values the lives of his people and is quite a pacifist but accepts the necessity of war. He often quarrels with his father but still loves him dearly.
"The only place where we'll win is on the sea. The Admiral is already sending his ships to strangle the Empire. But we'll be defeated on the ground. Just make sure that we don't lose too badly."

Katja, a cheerful ice mage with a hunger for power. A bit of a know it all and an excellent tree climber. Aside from her own ability with ice she knows a few common and forbidden spells. Her goal is to find the ruins of Templehaven, the famous magic temple in the mountains between Masrtan and Dagan.
"As you can tell by my lovely accent, I'm Dagani. Scholar. Curious about the mountains, you know."

There's more, but I'm tired and want to sleep

You underestimate human nature. The fact that people can and will be ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥s. The fact that we like having lots of shiny and expensive stuff. It makes us feel better about our inadequacies.

Whelp, enough of this but on to something similar, because I hate the fighting vibe I'm getting from this.
In socials we had a real backwards discussion on the Treaty of Versallies, backwards in that we went all the way back to when Canada was traded from the French to the British, so he could give us another few instances of treaties.

Anyway, it got me to thinking about Savage and Phantom and "Tyne." I figured, that if I could get the gist of what I wanted from Savage for the first three quarters of a war, I can have Phantom have a bit more action to it. Besides the stuff Benjamin goes through with keeping his head (which, while being nicely written, was kind of dull), why not spice it up with Lastead, Dagan's colony, being taken over and choked by Masrtan? That would be nice.

Finally, what I had planned for Tyne will stay the same because it is about trying to prevent a revolution, which sparks up more revolts in other places.

But that's exact reason why communism failed. Joe the farmer realized even though he's grinding out a thousand bushels of wheat, his wife is waiting in the same line for a loaf of bread as Bob, even though Bob only sends out a 100 bushels to the government. Joe says, "♥♥♥♥ this," and throws down his pitchfork. He knows he might go hungry (if he holds back he'll get shot (but seriously, he already is anyway.)), but other people will too. Including the government, who's eating more bread than anyone.

Now, to a system with money. Joe works his ass off because he knows that if he sells enough bushels and makes $50 000 or more, he can take the wife and kids on vacation in their shiny new truck, which he had bought last year with his previous harvest.

Bob sees that and says, "Holy ♥♥♥♥." Then he works hard, dreaming about the trip to Japan he always wanted to go on. More crops are produced. More people are getting fed.


And on leaving the kingdom? Joe might not be the only dissenter. Their might be Mike, who builds things like walls and houses, and Emma the black smith, who can forge weapons. They might find other tribes and start their own society.


ANYWAY. To even get rid of money from the system you have to go way back to Mesopotamia.

I kinda feel like an ass but one of my special talents is seeing the holes in people's plans.

Yeah, but if Joe the farmer has been working his dirt to feed a bunch of people doing nothing in the city in return for equipment built by people who also work hard for the people who do nothing, they're going to realize, "hey man, if we don't do anything, we still get the stuff we need!"

And that's why most of the working class hates those on welfare.