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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / The General Thread

Originally posted by FelineForumer:
Originally posted by qwertyuiopazs:
(Seriosly, wtf is “FAW” and “Aether City”?)

They were both big, landmark games on this forum.

Nitpick, but it was Ather City, not “Aether” City.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / The General Thread

Originally posted by qwertyuiopazs:
Originally posted by Blood_Shadow:

Well, you can try to get the upcoming 6969th thread in FGF.

Proof of Achievement

Congratulations. You’ve achieved something in your life. You can feel proud now. Here, have this invisible cookie.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / The General Thread

Well, you can try to get the upcoming 6969th thread in FGF.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [Special Announcement--this is not a game] Welcome the New Forum Mods!

Originally posted by FelineForumer:
Originally posted by Blood_Shadow:
When did Bluji and FelineForumer become mods of FGF?

Nine hours ago. =P

D’oh. Apparently I was blind and didn’t see this thread.

Congrats, guys!

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / The General Thread

Wait, did I miss something? When did Bluji and FelineForumer become mods of FGF?

Not saying that I object to them being mods, of course. I’m just wondering when it happened.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / The General Thread

I heard someone say that autism doesn’t cause stupidity or douchebaggery by itself, but it amplifies any pre-existing stupidity or douchebaggery the person has. Not sure if completely accurate, but it might explain some of the idiots who blame it on autism.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RP] Realms Adrift [SIGNUPS AND DISCUSSION] [ALWAYS OPEN]

Behemoth is accepted.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Dungeon Dweller Redux [Game thread] [Sign-ups closed]

Adam

Arkfurionsk detaches a sliver of his black cloak, and gives it to me. He appears to be interested in forming some kind of alliance with me, which may be beneficial. However… It is obvious from the very act of requiring a token to prove that I am not an impostor that this void specter is a paranoid individual. And such individuals are almost never trustworthy. In addition, he states that I will be a great asset in the “battle against the Empire”. Though I am applying for a position among the Dungeon’s elite, I would still like to not engage in direct warfare unless absolutely necessary. Whether to ally with Arkfurionsk needs careful consideration indeed.

I think it wouldn’t hurt to at least meet with him once, Master, Lilith says. And make the decision afterwards.

I suppose… I mentally nod. “Very well, we shall meet with you after this is finished,” I say to the void specter as he returns to his spot in the line.

Time passes, and we finally hand in my application form to one of the secretaries. Shortly after, a strange… machine floats toward the pile of gathered application forms, and appears to disintegrates the pile using electrical magic; I can only assume that it is scanning the application forms somehow. After that is done, a metallic voice is broadcast from the machine, calling out nine names, mine included, and asking us to follow it.

…are you thinking what I’m thinking, Master? Lilith asks.

You know I am. That is a form of technology I have not seen before. I must acquire it, decipher its inner workings, and learn to produce it for myself. If it is what I think it is… I can only imagine the possibilities.

Lilith and I begin walking toward the mechanical cube, our eyes fixated on the strange contraption.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RP] Realms Adrift [MAIN GAME] [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

Albus

The man floats above Jehovael and the two vampires, arms folded in front of his chest, looking down at the battle below with a slightly bored expression on his face.

“It always amuses me to observe those who suffer from delusions of grandeur,” the man says, with a faint smirk in the corner of his lips. “Especially those who believe themselves to be gods. And especially those who believe themselves to be me.” He glances at the yellow-coated vampire lying on the ground, with a large hole through his body. “Netzach,” he murmurs. A wide beam of translucent green energy is shot from him, and sweeps over Jehovael. Jehovael feels his wounds quickly healing, and his energy level rising, returning to what he had before he expended a significant amount of energy fighting the two vampires. Even the fabric of his clothes are restored, as though time itself has been rewound to a point before Jehovael suffered any damage. “Kether,” the man murmurs again. The space above his hand ripples into something resembling a glowing white spherical portal, out of which comes a spark of light that appears ephemeral, yet intricate and unquestionably powerful.

“Does God run away so pitifully from his enemies?” The man says with mild disdain. “Please, you’re making me feel embarrassed for you.” A wave of his hand, and the spark of light flies toward Jehovael. “For my sake, please accept this little gift and use it to avoid sullying my name further for the moment.”



Lucretius

A young woman… no, a girl, greets us, claiming to be the core of this realm. She is beautiful, with a charming smile, but I am careful to not let down my guard. There are far too many things in this world that are beautiful but terrifyingly dangerous. I’ve already felt a probe of magic from her, presumably attempting to gather information about Eve and I. I’m careful to not let it pass beyond my skin, calling up a faint layer of lightning magic to disrupt the probe as it touches me; I can feel Eve doing something similar with her ki.

“Yeah, obviously we saw something! They were the ones who attacked us!” Eve sounds rather indignant as she responds to the girl’s question. “Just because I’m part demon! We had to defend ourselves, and I was even careful to just knock them out and not hurt them!” She puts her hands on her hips and puffs out her cheeks cutely, evidently not treating this as a very serious matter. Which is probably for the best, as it may put the girl more at ease and prevent the situation from escalating further; Eve likely knows this too. “Is this how your realm greets visitors?”

I decide to remain silent for now. Eve has already said everything that needs to be said. And since I’m sure to be seen as an accomplice, my words would mean not much if I were to confirm her words. I retract four of my wings, so that only one pair remains, which folds itself in a non-threatening position.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RP] Realms Adrift [MAIN GAME] [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

Albus

Unbeknownst to either Jehovael or the two vampires attacking him, a lone, enigmatic figure has been observing their entire battle, unnoticed. His appearance is exceedingly simple, a young man with a reasonably handsome face, fair skin, short blond hair, green eyes, and a fit but otherwise average build, dressed in plain gray robes. The only mildly notable part about him is the pair of white angelic wings on his back, and even they do not glow; no visible power of any sort exudes from him. He watches the scene with calmness and mild interest.

As Jehovael is smashed into by the yellow-coated vampire’s steamroller, the unknown man raises an eyebrow. He then shakes his head and sighs in disappointment.

A moment later, he has suddenly appeared next to the downed Jehovael. There was no burst of power, no shifting of magical energies that anyone else present could sense, almost as though time itself had stopped and only restarted again after the man had moved from his previous location to the current one.

“Come on now, aren’t you supposed to be God?” The man says, in a bored-sounding voice. “Don’t use my name in vain if you can’t back it up.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Dungeon Dweller Redux [Game thread] [Sign-ups closed]

Adam

“Arkfurionsk Inferfurie”? That definitely isn’t a mouthful or anything, Lilith gives the mental expression of rolling her eyes.

Perhaps he wanted a name that increases his intimidation potential, I shrug. It is difficult to tell what this void specter is thinking, so it would be utterly foolish to reveal to it any of my weaknesses or secrets. But a name should be fine. It’s not like Lilith or I have any particular attachments to our current names; we can change them easily enough. “My name is Adam, and the name of my lovely assistant here is Lilith,” I say in the same neutral tone.

But then our conversation is very rudely interrupted by the arrival of a human male, with bulging muscles, a machete, and a face that truly only a mother could love. The man makes his intentions more than clear as he shoves aside both the void specter and I, and saunters up to Lilith, leering and quite obviously undressing her with his eyes.

“Heya, sugar,” the man says, and licks his lips. He isn’t even looking at Lilith’s face as he speaks; his eyes are practically glued to her breasts. “Why’re you wastin’ your time with a sad little fuck like that?” He throws a dismissive gesture at my direction, not even bothering with a glance. “C’mon, let me show you what a real man is like.”

At least the dark elf was attractive.

“Um, sorry, but no,” Lilith says, frowning. “No offense, but you’re kind of disgusting. Please get out of my sight.”

“The fuck did you say?!” The man snarls, face quickly becoming clouded with rage. “Whores like you should know your place! Heh… You may be all spunk now, bitch… But I think I’m gonna keep you, and fuck you so good you can’t ever live without my cock again!” He reaches out with a thick hand and grabs Lilith roughly by her wrist.

That is when he starts screaming.

He frantically lets go of Lilith, as though she is the deadliest anathema to him. But the white flames still burn. They’ve already consumed the skin and flesh of the filthy hand that dared to touch my beautiful Lilith, and are now eating into his very bones and spreading to the rest of his body. In panic, the man conjures a burst of water with his other hand in an attempt to douse the flames, but the water itself is rapidly burned away as the powerful holy magic continues to devour his greasy flesh.

A blade of light bursts into existence next to me. Swift as the wind, the blade swings down, cutting off the man’s forearm cleanly at the elbow with a single stroke. As the blade fades away, the blood on its edge drips down, into the severed arm on the floor that even now still burns with white fire. A few seconds later, the arm completely disintegrates, without even ashes left; only then do I will the holy flames to disappear.

“You… bastard…” The man hisses, glaring at me with pure venomous hatred in his eyes, while grasping his bleeding arm stump with his other hand. “DIE!” He draws his machete, the icy blue runes on the blade lighting up as the edge becomes coated in frost.

So weak

Tendrils of shadowy power erupt from all around me, reaching out to wrap around the man and effortlessly snatch away the enchanted sword that is utterly wasted on scum like him; the tendrils then proceed to throw the man away as though he weighs no more than a feather, and bring the machete into my hand. A quick sweep of my psionic radar is enough to roughly gauge the inner workings of the enchanted blade. I pour my own energy into the weapon, and its runes flash into cold brilliance, far brighter than when it was wielded by its previous owner. A swing of the blade, and a wave of icy, razor-sharp wind is emitted, biting into the man’s shoulder and cutting off the upper half of his arm too; the wound is frozen so completely that no blood is bleeding out. The man struggles to get up, a string of incoherent curses gurgling from his mouth. But a blast of glowing blue water is shot from the machete’s tip, slamming into the man’s chest and rapidly solidifying into ice, freezing him to the ground.

Then I rip into his mind.

AAAAGH! AAAAAAARGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” The man screams, white foam forming at the corners of his mouth as his body convulses under the ice. His life flashes before my eyes, a life of robbery, murder, rape, and utterly senseless violence. I have no regrets when I wipe these disgusting images away, permanently. When I’m done, the man is now lying slack-jawed and glassy-eyed, the slight twitching of his body the only sign that he is still hanging on to his wretched life.

Lilith? I ask her.

It’s ready, Master, she mentally nods. With an elegant gesture of her slender arms, Lilith opens the portal that she’s been preparing as I decimated the piece of garbage who dared to threaten her. A gout of flames from my hand quickly melt away the ice still imprisoning the man. From the shimmering portal extends out several mechanical arms made of equal parts gray metal and purple energy, grasping onto the unconscious, mentally broken man and dragging him into my laboratory for experimentation. The man gives no signs of resistance.

What shall we do with this new specimen, Master? Asks the mental presence of Legion, the network of artificial golem souls in charge of managing my laboratory.

[In case anyone is worried, no, these artificial golem souls are not very powerful at all. They’re not designed to be fighters, and the most they can do in combat is to analyze information and defend against telepathic attacks.]

Inject him with the newest experimental build of the werebasilisk pathogen, I say. And dissect the remains. Oh, and perform a runic analysis on this enchanted sword, I say as I pass the machete into the portal. It has several interesting designs that we may be able to incorporate into our systems.

It will be done, says Legion. How goes the application process?

Boring, as expected, Lilith mutters. But at least the waiting is almost over, it looks like.

We see, the gestalt mind says. And we wish you good luck.

Thank you, Lilith and I say, before the portal closes.

“Now then,” I turn my attention back to the void specter, Arkfurionsk. “I apologize for the display of violence; I could not allow that man to do as he pleased. In any case, for what reason did you want to speak to Lilith and I?”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Dungeon Dweller Redux [Game thread] [Sign-ups closed]

Adam

The void specter does not intimidate me, but I nevertheless remain cautious. My every intuition tells me that he is a cunning and powerful one. “I am but a humble scientist, and I possess no power that you cannot find elsewhere,” I say to the specter, in a carefully neutral tone.

“Besides, isn’t it good manners to introduce yourself before asking the identities of strangers?” Lilith’s tone is far more relaxed, casual. She’s always been better in social situations, ironically, despite being an artificially created soul. Though I suppose our current situation can hardly be called “social”. As she speaks, her appearance begins to change, all the shadowy blackness of her hair and clothes being replaced by a faintly luminous white; her wings even morph to resemble angelic white wings of light. Perhaps she could have made the elemental shift less obvious, but neither neither of us possess much more than the basic proficiency in magical stealth and disguise. Perhaps the intimidation factor is more effective, in any case. “We’d tell you more about ourselves if you do the same,” she smiles.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Story of Mechandria - (Sign up and Discussion thread)

Originally posted by Gripi:

You guys realize inevitably, there’ll be fighting right? That’s what my above post for, and I can see you guys fail to answer the question. I did claim this will more than likely fail without a steady system. Can I just use my wind blades to cut off your head extremely fast and because I said my character is fast he wins? Or is there a way to prevent those moves. I have other players coming at me, so it’s kind of helpful to know this stuff. Also, I will just claim I can keep my wind blades up whole time if there is no real system to know what actually does what.
Edit: all knoob knew how to do was call someone a moron, and say it’s not a competitive game, which doesn’t answer any of my questions, that moron

I answered your question. The GM is supposed to decide how fights play out if you can’t work out a compromise with the player controlling the character whom your character is fighting. Again, don’t claim that the RP will fail until you’ve learned how RPs work in FGF. Most RPs here are freeform storytelling moderated by the GM, and do not have strict stats.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Story of Mechandria - (Sign up and Discussion thread)

Originally posted by Gripi:

Okay, when we fight how will damage, countering, distance, armor, and whatnot take place. This will more than likely fail without Statistics. Like, my character has few abilities, which should give him more stats. But Dio can be anything and almost unsolvable, so his damage he can inflict for just starting should be lower. Like, what if he at a screw off and becomes a gun, wouldn’t he need a second person to hold and fire infinite bullets with enough damage to kill 3 shots. Also, what if I literally rip his body into threads with my wind blades. Would his regeneration process be enough to survive even if I took out all vital organs in one second? Or what if we say we stabbed someone but they say nuh uh, I should be strong enough to break that attack. What I’m getting at is without stats, this game is broken on many levels.

That’s what the GM is for. Don’t say the game will “more than likely” fail until you’ve learned how RPs work in FGF.

Also, what Knoob said. You’re supposed to collaborate with each other, not argue about whose penis is longer.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Dungeon Dweller Redux [Game thread] [Sign-ups closed]

Adam

But of course, the dark elf does not give up that easily.

“Oh my, are you saying my beauty only goes skin deep?” Lilith asks in a rather obviously fake hurt tone. “My Master can’t be satisfied by appearances alone, you know? It’s the attitude that counts!”

And she is correct, as always. Lilith would be nothing without her personality or demeanor. She is the ultimate seductress to me; her deep and intimate familiarity with me over the past millennium means she knows exactly how to act to bring me pleasure and satisfaction unlike anything I may receive elsewhere. Besides, it’s utterly preposterous to say that this dark elf can, with no prior preparations whatsoever, alter xyr appearance into a copy of the sheer perfection of aesthetics and form that is Lilith. Xe may achieve something that’s superficially similar, and may even fool the untrained eye, but the myriads of subtle details that Lilith unceasingly polished over the centuries cannot be replicated so easily. At most, the dark elf would become a pale imitation, with no chance whatsoever of deceiving me.

“And besides,” Lilith continues, her expression now shifting into a positively sinful smile, “if my Master wanted to indulge in carnal pleasures with two or more of me at once, I’m quite capable of accomplishing that all by myself.”

It appears that Lilith has attracted the attention of more than just the dark elf. A short but rather fancily-dressed little goblin is now talking loudly, promising to deliver our application forms for us for the certainly not-a-ripoff fee of one hundred gold coins, in a tone that is completely honest and not similar at all to that of a con artist, no.

The goblin’s an interesting one, Master, Lilith says, with a mental smirk. What do you say we pay him with some conjured gold coins?

Hmm… That is likely not worth the effort, I shake my head after a moment of consideration. He’s probably more well-versed in the field of counterfeit currency than we are.

Well then, let’s watch if anyone else takes the bait! Might be amusing.

Indeed. I decide to not respond to the goblin for now, seeing as his words are directed to the crowd as a whole. However… At the edge of my telepathic vision, I sense a black cloaked figure approaching. Though its true nature is not apparent judging from its physical appearance alone, I can instantly tell that from the dark emptiness exuded by the creature’s aura, an emptiness of life itself, that it is a void specter. Lilith and I have not dealt with too many of their kind before. I’d once tried to read the mind of one such specter, which did not turn out well for either the specter or I; and I’d once tried but utterly failed to bring a void specter back from the dead as a banshee. But my experiences are enough to tell me that void specters are dangerous beings. Physically I take no action, but I telepathically pass the information along to Lilith; we both prepare to retaliate with Light magic should the specter becomes hostile.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Dungeon Dweller Redux [Game thread] [Sign-ups closed]

Adam

Here comes the first one. And… it’s a dark elf. How shocking indeed. Though the part that is actually mildly shocking, I suppose, is the fact that the first person to proposition Lilith actually has the politeness of taking my feelings into consideration; far more often than not, whatever man who becomes interested in Lilith would simply try to take her for himself and have her abandon whatever prior attachments she had before. But then again, this person is a dark elf, and chances are he’s sexually interested in myself as well as Lilith, rather than wanting to take her away from me.

Wait… “He”? Is he even male…? It’s… rather difficult to tell, by looking at “his” face alone. The elf’s other physical features don’t help much either; they could belong to either a rather slender and effeminately-built male, or just a very flat-chested female. If my mind wasn’t already biased by the fact that most of the people who desire to have sexual relations with Lilith are male, maybe I would have thought this dark elf was female at first. Hmm… Perhaps I should simply address xem as “xe”.

Um, Master? Lilith asks through our telepathic connection. Is this person a guy or a girl? I can’t seem to tell.

I likely have even less of a clue than you, I mentally shrug.

Hmm… Either way, xe’s pretty cute, Lilith says with a little smirk. What do you say about the threesome?

I think I will let you handle this one, I say with mild amusement.

Hehe… She mentally giggles. “We’re flattered by your offer, but I’m afraid my Master isn’t someone who can be satisfied by someone other than myself, especially someone he’s never met before,” she says to the dark elf with some quite exaggerated displays of regret. “As for me, I am first and foremost my Master’s most loyal and devoted servant; my body belongs to him and him alone.” As she speaks those words, she clings to me in a very obviously suggestive manner, her back arched and her chest pressed against my arm. “So we’re going to have to decline.” She looks around at a couple of the other female humanoids in our vicinity, and licks her lips. “Don’t get me wrong, you are very attractive. Maybe you could ask some of the other ladies here?”

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Dungeon Dweller Redux [Sign-up and OC thread] [Sign-ups are closed]

Originally posted by qwertyuiopazs:

Can there be links to the character sheets on the OP?

I already suggested this to the hosting team.

Also, I want to clarify one minor thing. My character Adam’s eyes aren’t actually completely snake-like. I’ve clarified in his profile that the eyes have normal human scleras, and snake-like irises, i.e. yellow irises with slitted pupils.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / Dungeon Dweller Redux [Game thread] [Sign-ups closed]

Adam

Having lived for OVER NINE THOUSAND over two thousand years should, in general, make anyone a patient person. But even a patient person has limits, as tested by the sheer monotony of waiting in this long, long line. Why on Kandour hasn’t this been automated? Tasks like this are what golems are for. Surely they can create golems with enough sophistication to parse written application forms. They should be able to, in any case. If they do not, well, then clearly they deserve my expertise. And my disdain.

Master, I hear Lilith’s soft, seductive voice in my mind. I’m bored.

As am I… I sigh. Sentient beings should not have to put up with this kind of nonsense. But alas, we do need to secure funding and safety…

You know, I wonder if it’s really any safer to be in one of the Keeper’s “special squads”, Lilith murmurs, rather than just hiding out in some uninhabited place and do our research there.

At least potential enemies will be warier in targeting us if we are among the Dungeon’s elite, I say. And we may be able to obtain specimens of higher quality. We can always escape and hide again, should the situation become… less than desirable.

Hmm, yes, she mentally nods. But I’m still bored. Though she currently has no physical form, I can still sense something akin to a devilish smirk from her mental presence. Would you like some eye candy, Master?

Of course I would, my dear, I chuckle. But I doubt indulging in illusory sensations is a wise idea at the moment, given the number of potentially dangerous beings in this room.

How about I materialize in the real world?

I’m afraid that would make us far less inconspicuous, I say with a little mental laugh.

But we’re applying for an elite squad here. Bland is what we don’t want to look.

Fair enough. With a shift of will, a spark of dark energy rises from my palm, before I hand control to Lilith for her to shape her body as she pleases.

In little more than a second, the darkness around the core of energy rapidly coalesces into a solid, detailed shape. And what a lovely shape it is. It is a young woman 165 centimeters in height, possessing the most perfectly lithe, curvaceous hourglass figure I’ve ever seen in my two millennia of life. Her fair skin is soft, smooth, and utterly without blemishes of any kind. Her silken hair flows past her shoulders like a jet-black waterfall, and her bright violet eyes almost seem to light up the darkness. Her face is nothing short of absolutely exquisite, blending together a pure, angelic beauty and alluring devilish charm into something that can entice kings and nations. She wears an evening gown made of shimmering, opaque black shadows, threaded through with thin streams of various shades of blood red, deep blue, and dark purple, in elegant and mesmerizing patterns. The dress leaves her shoulders bare, to contrast against the black fingerless opera gloves that cover her slender arms. Its skirt is long, almost reaching the ground, but the slits at the side reach all the way up to her thighs, fully revealing the sheer black stockings on her beautiful long legs, plus the garterbelts and tantalizing strips of skin. The dress shows a generous amount of cleavage, and leaves her back completely exposed, where a pair of bat-like wings made of solid darkness can be seen extending from her body. Upon materializing, she stretches luxuriously, and takes a couple of graceful steps, her black high heels making faint clacking sounds on the ground.

I notice that plenty of males, and a not negligible number of females and beings of indeterminate gender, are now staring at Lilith. But of course. Statistically, it is exceedingly unlikely for anyone to possess such flawless beauty at birth. (And in fact, Lilith was technically “born” with no physical appearance at all, but that is beside the point.) No, Lilith’s current appearance is the result of her masterful artistry and craftsmanship over the one thousand years of her existence, as she scanned the depths of my psyche over and over again to produce a physical appearance whose attractiveness my conscious and subconscious minds feel toward is absolutely maximized. Beauty is subjective, and so she cannot be objectively the most beautiful woman in existence… but she is no doubt the most beautiful woman possible according to my own personal standards of aesthetics. And it just so happens that my standards of aesthetics are not very significantly different from those of other humanoid beings. The attention that her beauty brings rather clashes against my usual desire to be inconspicuous, but… I can hardly bear to force her to adopt a form that is less perfect, or deny her of the right to possess a physical body altogether. So I do indulge her devotion and vanity. Besides, should she be accosted by unpleasant individuals, we can always defend ourselves or even retreat if necessary.

“Again, bland is what we don’t want to look, Master,” Lilith says to me with a lazy smile. She reaches out, takes hold of the hem of the plain black hood of my robe with her delicate fingers, and pulls it down. “We don’t want the Keeper to mistake us for standard grunts, do we?”

“I suppose we don’t,” I chuckle.

Well. Let them approach us then. If they dare.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / The General Thread

Originally posted by Pulsaris:

I think the only explanation for CP’s behavior is that he is an alt of he-who-must-not-be-named-with-his-nexus.

Maybe he’s the Quirrell to [REDACTED]’s Voldemort?

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / The General Thread

Originally posted by ConstantProgress:
Originally posted by Blood_Shadow:
Originally posted by ConstantProgress:
On another note, to me, most of the non-continuous games are horrible in my opinion. EVEN MINE. Yeah, I just don’t like them, and in the rare occasion I do, I fall sick or become busy or both, and it is horrible.

r u sayng mai rp iz bad, u dipshit

fite me irl

Ok my u beter look out bcuz Mai powars, my powars is unbeetabul.
Okay, enough of that. Heh.
Blood, I demand you to make a new Boss Battle game! Now!

You say that most of the games in FGF are bad and not good enough for you. And you act entitled to pretty much everything.

And you wonder why people don’t like you.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / The General Thread

Originally posted by ConstantProgress:
On another note, to me, most of the non-continuous games are horrible in my opinion. EVEN MINE. Yeah, I just don’t like them, and in the rare occasion I do, I fall sick or become busy or both, and it is horrible.

r u sayng mai rp iz bad, u dipshit

fite me irl

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RP] Realms Adrift [SIGNUPS AND DISCUSSION] [ALWAYS OPEN]

No worries. RPs sometimes go through much longer periods of inactivity than this.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [Community-Related] Inclusion & Elitism.

Originally posted by adv0catus:
Originally posted by ConstantProgress:

So, can this thread be locked, thus, this conversation over? I really just don’t want this anymore. Just quit the conversation:

No. This is obviously an ongoing issue and ignoring it is irresponsible. Ignoring an issue lets it fester and grow resentment.

Originally posted by Bluji:

Yes, and ConstantProgress would not be the first or the last person this issue has concerned or will concern.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RP] Realms Adrift [MAIN GAME] [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

Lucretius

“Halt, demon scum!” I hear someone shout not even a minute after we’ve landed on the lighter side of this new realm. The voice belongs to an angel, clad in shining, ornate white and gold armor, with a pair of feathery white wings beating behind his back; several more angels wearing slightly less elaborate armor follow him. Their regalia are similar to those of Paradise, but subtly different.

“Wow, rude!” Eve appears rather offended by the remark. “Is that how you treat a beautiful lady?!”

“Your appearance will not beguile us, Hellspawn!” One of the angels snarls.

“How foolish of you to venture alone into our territory, demon!” A third angel sneers. “You shall pay for your mistake with your filthy, tainted life!”

Eve gives me a stare. “Are all angels like this?”

I put a palm to my face, feeling honestly very embarrassed for myself. “Not all angels.”

“Did you think we would allow you to freely spread your poisonous words while we stand by and watch?!” One of the angels shouts. “Die, demon!” As the words leave his mouth, a javelin of solid white light is hurled, approaching Eve’s heart with deadly speed.

Eve catches the javelin in her left hand with utterly casual ease, its tip less than a millimeter away from piercing her skin. Her lips curl into a smirk. “Come on, guys. You gotta do better than that.”

“Wretched spawn of darkness!” One of the angels roars, and leaps at her, bringing down a large broadsword infused with holy energy in a cleaving motion aimed at Eve’s head.

Clang!

An instant later, the attack is blocked by the appearance of a slender katana in Eve’s right hand, its snow-colored blade whiter than even the angel’s weapon and armor. Despite her sword’s drastically smaller size, she pushes back the angel with ease. The javelin of light in her left hand has already been tainted completely black by that time, as she whirls it around and slams its side into the angel’s abdomen as though it is a quarterstaff. With a cry of shock and pain, the angel is blown back several meters, before crashing gracelessly into the ground. “Next!” Eve calls out brightly, and sticks out her tongue at the rest of the angels.

“Fear not, Brothers! The Light is with us!” The leader angel bellows. A pillar of holy power bursts forth from his body, followed by the bodies of every other angel in the group. I can feel their power increasing.

Whoosh! Tap tap tap tap.

After the blinks of extreme speed, Eve has appeared in front of the angel leader, a greenish white energy swirling around the tips of her extended index and middle fingers. At the same time, all the other angels let out choked cries of surprise, convulse, and crumple to the ground, now unconscious. She then smiles at the angel leader sweetly.

“W-W-What… What are you?!” The last remaining angel gasps out, his whole body shaking. Then he abruptly turns to me, a panicked look on his face. “Y-You! A-Are you bewitched by this v-vile fiend?! W-Why are you n-not helping a fellow a-angel in need?!”

I’ve been watching this entire thing with mild amusement, until I hear the phrase “fellow angel”. “Do you know what they call me in Paradise?” I stare directly into the angel’s eyes, my lips twisting into a thin smile. “They call me Lucifer.” An additional two pairs of angelic wings materialize from my back, before all three pairs of wings darken to a pitch black. The Necrochthon’s deathly power surges forth, instantly transforming the atmosphere around me from one of radiant light to one of desolate gloom and despair. “Attack us without provocation again, and it will be the last thing you ever do.”

“C-C-C-C-Curse y-y-you…” The angel whispers, barely capable of forcing the words out amid his violent shaking. White light seeps from him, solidifying into the shapes of basic stretchers under the other unconscious angels. Without another word, he carries his defeated comrades away as quickly as his wings and mind can allow, as though we are the plague.

Which I suppose we are, in a sense.

 
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Topic: Forum Games: Forum Games / [RP] Realms Adrift [MAIN GAME] [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

Lucretius

“Eve… How are you feeling?” I ask the beautiful young woman beside me as we leisurely float through the Astral Sea, our wings flapping gently against the ambient magic.

“Hmm?” She turns me, her cat ears wiggling in interest. “I’m feeling pretty great. What’s this about?”

“It’s just that…” I hesitate for a moment. “It’s been little more than a month since you fused. Are you all right with that? Are you experiencing anything resembling an identity crisis of any sort?”

“Ooh, are you concerned about me?” She holds her hands to her chest and makes a faux swooning motion. “Such a thoughtful boyfriend!”

“But I’m not even your-”

“Not yet, anyways.” She gives me a playful feline smile.

I gulp and shake my head. “N-No, really. The fusion of previously distinct identities is not easy to come to terms with. I mean… Are you having trouble deciding who you are? Are the memories conflicting with one another? Your previous three selves… Are you feeling closer to one of them than the others? Or do you think of yourself as someone completely new? Or-”

“Lucretius,” she gently takes hold of one of my hands, and looks into my eyes. “Tell me. What is a person’s ‘self’?”

“It’s an aggregation of personality traits and memories.”

“Right,” she nods. “Do you have to attach names, descriptions, or other kinds of words to a person’s self? Does the self have to be defined by those things?”

“No, of course not,” I immediately say. “The self is an exceedingly complex thing, and it’s preposterous to think that it can be adequately defined by a few mere words. Therefore-”

“See?” She grins. “I am what I am. I don’t worry about that too much, and neither should you.” Her expression is one of calm confidence, utterly at ease with herself.

“If you say so…” I murmur. “But one of my questions still applies. Do you see yourself as Yukimura-san? Or Miss Evernight? Or Alice? Or someone completely separate from the three of them?”

“Hey, you don’t have to be so formal with me!” She pouts. It looks really cute. “Hmph, I bet that if I gave myself a new last name, you’d call me by that too!”

“S-Shouldn’t I be polite with people I do not know very well?”

“Oh, so you’d just need to know me better then!” Her expression becomes something conspiratorial and seductive, as she leans in close to me; I can feel her warm breath against my skin. “And I know exactly how…”

My brain is threatening to shut itself down as it is bombarded by a slew of unfamiliar emotions. “H-H-Hey, come on. C-Can’t we take this one s-step at a time? Y-You know I’m not n-n-not used to this kind of…”

Her smile is so warm that it seems to make everything melt away. “So you’d like to draw it out and slowly savor it, eh~? Ehehehehe… I’ll enjoy it either way!”

Uuuuugh. Where did my composure go? Didn’t I face a Seraph of Paradise in battle without the slightest hesitation? Yet this girl is able to casually sweep away my usual tranquility with but a few words and gestures… I really don’t know how I am supposed to act around her. I suppose my only choice is to improvise as we move along, and keep awkwardly stumbling until I happen to get it right. “C-Can you actually answer my question now?”

“Hmm?” She blinks. “Oh. Identity issues. Right.” There’s still not even a hint of doubt in her eyes. “It’s simple. I think I am all three of them. I am Yukimura Mashiro, I am Darcia Evernight, and I am Adaptive Lightweight Infiltrator/Combatant Mk.III. None of the three identities are conflicting with or overwriting one another, and I’m not some completely new person that’s made by sacrificing the other three. Isn’t that what my fusion was supposed to achieve?”

“I suppose it was…”

“So don’t worry, I’m not likely to have an existential crisis anytime soon!” Eve smiles brightly. How can I argue with a face like that?

Actually, I’m feeling rather relieved. I remember all too well that Wu Ming, the previous bearer of the Swordscar’s powers, had virtually no identity of his own. The thousands of swordsmen that constituted his mind had thousands of personality traits, many of which conflicted with one another, so that they blended together and cancelled one another out to produce a homogeneous mixture without any real distinguishing features… I’m glad that Eve didn’t end up with such a fate. Even though her three past selves all had highly distinct personalities, from what I’d seen, it seems like they’ve combined with one another seamlessly rather than cancelling out or becoming lost. I suppose this demonstrates the success of my ritual of Spiritual Fusionism?

At least, this is one of the decisions that I shouldn’t come to regret.

“Ooh, a new realm!” Eve perks up as we catch sight of a realm floating in the Astral Sea a few hundred kilometers ahead and below our current position. It’s not a particularly massive one, only the size of a large city or so. But what immediately intrigues me about this realm is the fact that it is cleanly and sharply divided into two halves, all too visible even from this distance away. Both of the halves appear to be mainly cityscapes, with one half a radiant white and gold resembling what I remember from Paradise, and the other half black and red similar to what I’ve seen of the dark citadels in Perdition. I haven’t seen any realm quite like this one before.

I think for a moment. The dark half of this realm looks less than welcoming, suffice to say. But that alone is not enough to dissuade me from making at least a cursory trip to it, and satisfy my basic curiosity, even if I won’t necessarily like what I find. Statistically, it’s unlikely that the realm will contain anything that can pose a significant threat to Eve and I, and I must admit that the prospect of adventure excites me at least a little bit. And who knows, perhaps I will find new materials, artifacts, specimens, or forms of magic I haven’t seen before? Besides, we can always start at the light side of this new realm first.

“I think we’ve found our next destination,” I say. “What do you say, Eve?”

“Race you there!” She winks, blows me a kiss, and is gone in a blink of speed. The blazing blue trail of her plasma thrusters can be seen streaking through the Astral Sea.

I smile. “You’re on.” Crystals of red and gold materialize behind me, suffused by a pure white light, an instant before jets of energy push me toward Eve and the new realm before us.