The game is a Hitchiker's guide to the Galaxy / Doctor Who stylized RPG. Basically, the point is to make up random sci-fi plots, keep it quirky, not "grand" as in Star Wars type sci-fi. Interact with other players. Represent a race, a group, or an individual, it doesn't matter.
"Where does the Anarchy come into play?" You may ask. Every week I will draw a random member, who has specifically expressed an interest in god modding this game. The god modder may play as a normal player as well. The mod's job is to make the game as funny and interesting as possible. This game, like Party!, is simply for the fun of it, so there shouldn't be any grand schemes. If a god mod is particularly bad, I will temporarily remove them from the drawing.
Since this game is just for laughs, it's okay to have whatever technology you want, whenever you want it, as long as there is an appropriate plot device. However, I find it might be best to make some drama, and pretend it is a challenge.
Most actions, like, "I dock with the ____'s ship", will be taken for granted. But be sure to give the god mod plenty of opportunities to intervene. "I maneuver my shuttle to dock with the ____'s ship". That way, the god mod can do something interesting with the situation.
Remember, make it fun. If you're going to blow up a planet, make sure it's alright with the other players first.
I will be the first god mod.
Signed up god mods: Micro Farad Qwertyuiop The Pie Owned by Glove Blobbesticlorishnast
Current god mod: Blobbesticlorishnast
Week: 2
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Hi, I'm Ethan. I'm a Faridian, from a fairly wealthy family, but right now I'm traveling around in my little round spaceship. No, seriously, it looks like a tin can, and it's not much bigger than one. I even painted Coca-Cola on the side, but that's barely visible because of my last "landing".
I am so signing up for this. And the godmod position.
I'm relaxing on my home planet, Earth. Well, not relaxing, exactly. I have a nasty hangover. I remember being vaguely angry about something the night before... no matter. I see a bulldozer and go about my daily routine.
Here am I floating in my tin ca, High above the moon...
Destination: E67OP is a mining planet in a solar system only 7 light years from Earth. My current position is 8 light years from E67OP, but with my alcubierre drive, this shouldn't take too long.
And Qwerty, I don't know exactly what you have in mind, but I don't want to have the Earth blow up yet...
#MODDING# The bulldozer pulls a doughnut in Qwerty's driveway.
Last Edit: Sept 28, 2010 2:46:34 GMT by microfarad
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About fifteen seconds later I'm lying in front of my house in front of an advancing bulldozer.
(Note: This next conversation may be very confusing if you do not mind your Ps and Qs, so pay attention.)
Random NPC character (I'll call him, say, Prosser): Come off it, Qwerty. You can't lie in the mud forever. These plans have been on display for months.
Q: It's not like you told anyone about them or anything.
Prosser: But they were on display!
Q: I eventually had to go looking for them in the cellar.
P: That's our display department!
Q: With a flashlight.
P: The lights had probably gone.
Q: So had the stairs.
P: You found the plans, didn't you?
Q: Yes, in a locked filing cabinet in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of the Leopard".
OOC: Don't worry, Earth won't be destroyed. It's in a plural zone.
"Well, you see, my auto pilot was not working correctly and... Heh" *backs up a step* "Look, I'm truly sorry. If I wasn't having troubles this wouldn't ha-" *takes another step back* "Wouldn't have..." "Look, I didn't mean to cause trouble. Just let me on my way."
The large, greenish, six legged, mining project manager stared me down with its 12 black eyes.
"I didn't mean to land in your source of, what was it?"
"Rubidium", said the creature in a deep, uneven tone.
"Your... Wait... Come again?"
"Rubidium."
At a moment like this, many thoughts flash through your head. You can remember them going past at an incredible rate, like an old movie on a reel with a rather large engine on full throttle turning the mechanism to advance the frames. Yet, you have only enough time to remember the most important frame...
"RUN!!!"
I began to scramble up the slopes of the pit mine. Any second now, system 78B90 would fail to regulate my water tank, which is basically just a holding tank for discharge from the hydrogen fuel cells, would rupture. System 78B90 is responsible for keeping the pressure constant, and is notorious in small craft made by Kiocorp, the manufacturer of my ship, to rapidly increase pressure upon failure. Usually this isn't a problem... Usually... But I had welded the relief valve shut.
Rubidium, a VERY reactive alkali metal, would probably not take kindly to my water tank exploding. Ever seen a science teacher put sodium in a glass of water? Well... It's like that... Except... Bigger...
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I turned around... Alkali metals DO have a tendency to disappoint... And now this green dude was getting seriously angry.
"You little blue men" "You are so full of it" "Falling out of space, thinking you're a falling star" "You're space junk, and scum on this planet"
"Hey, get that out of my face" I said as he emphasized his last comment with a jab of one of his legs into my chest.
"You PESKY FARI-" And just when he was about to lacerate a couple of my vital arteries, it happened.
BOOM
The shock wave sent us flying off the mining pit's rim. While the green thing was distracted I ran as fast as I could. I wasn't running away from him though. I was running from the flaming remains of my ship, which was once again making a rapid approach to the planet's surface, approximately where I was standing.
___! ___! (s)he's our (gal/man) if (s)he can't do it no one (shall/can)!
Back in my ship again, the damage doesn't appear to actually be THAT bad. I head off into the city to get some new parts.
At the repair shop, I met a friendly fellow. He fixed me up with some parts, and a free bag of exquisitely salty corn chips. After a couple hours of repair, I had done all I could without a proper repair station.
My little tin can took off into the dawn and... Crap... That wasn't supposed to fall off...
___! ___! (s)he's our (gal/man) if (s)he can't do it no one (shall/can)!
The Daleks are the most feared of all space creatures, they are purely logical, created without emotion. There is no way to defeat them... or is there? Our heroine was about to find out. Being chased down by Daleks is never fun. But especially difficult when trying to carry a bomb made of C-4 into the bunker so that you can close yourself off from the outside, and hopefully the Daleks.
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2010 6:22:05 GMT by earthgirl96
When the mainframe on this hunk of junk beeps, something is seriously wrong. Bearing that is mind, I pulled myself from the bedroom chamber, and sailed weightlessly through my cut price ship to the primary monitor. There I was, milky way galaxy, floating in my godforsaken piece of junk with a missing oxygen tank. The beep was a little red X. Fantastic. I was trapped in a plane, in space dictated by my propulsion system. I could rotate my direction of travel within this plane a tiny bit without using much energy, but I would be dead in space if I tried to change my plane. To the left, a Vogon construction ship, to my right, the closest I'd ever want to come to a Dalek. To the left, a possible chance of bribing my way in to safety, or perhaps a certain death by laser. To my right, certain death with a Dalek. Straight ahead, an impossible to navigate field of space debris. Well, the choice is clear isn't it? With autopilot on, I began my voyage into the collection of... Wait... Those are ALL left shoes? Well, easy enough. A left shoe never broke a spaceship. Then again, this spaceship isn't in the greatest of repair.
Phew, I avoided both the Vogons and the Dalek!
#MODDING# A little polymorphyritic plurality of alien fleas stuck to Qwerty's leg. Do NOT climb into alien matresses. These little guys can change shape, but not size. However, they still may pose a BURNING challenge. In 30 minutes, a single polymorphyritic flea can cause a one square inch burning rash. Qwerty is hosting 5...
Earthgirl, may I assume you want to sign up to be a god moderator, correct?
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2010 6:43:54 GMT by microfarad
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(OOC: I'd like to sign up for god-modder) (OOC: Edit: I Post too much now! Woo-hoo!)
I am Lev Ivanov, a Stick-Rangerite Boxer. I just opened the door of what looked like an antique police phone booth, and saw a huge high-tech looking space. I also saw a black-haired man in a leather jacket and a brown-haired girl. They turned towards me: Man: Who are you? Me: Uhhh.... Errrr...... Lev Ivanov? Man: (To Girl) What should we do with him? We don't Girl: I don't know.... we can't wait any longer.... Man: I think we should get him off, then go. *beeping is heard* Man: Well, I guess we're keeping him on! *Door shuts hard and entire booth-thing lurches*
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2010 22:30:09 GMT by GloveParty
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
OOC: *facepalm* This isn't Doctor Who and Hitch Hiker's... It's just STYLIZED like them... Whatever...
I was enjoying my little ride, bumping against shoes. Since the alcubierre just warps space into a thin wave that I ride, I seem to be going very slow, but I travel a great distance in a short amount of time. So, there I was, watching the shoes go by. I guess it must have been one of those things, like shoes at a beach, where the tides of planetary forces guided left shoes to this particular spot. I wonder whether there might form a shoe planet. The microbes necessary to begin its population would certainly be present. As a red child's shoe, the kind with lights in the soles that attempt to give you a seizure every time you walk, floated by, I heard an odd thump, a muffled voice, and then...
Beep... Beep... Beep...
With flashlight in hand, I went to investigate my tiny engine room.
OOC: If you don't know much about what I am, a Faridian, read the old forum backup thread Planetary Wars, or go to my member board.
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2010 23:22:14 GMT by microfarad
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Blobbesticlorishnast Snokoflormanlilriteh Gahracanomanido Candoflormi Asaknorm Florcasti Snokoflo Gahno Cano Flo III (Blobby for short) is a trebelnork from the moon Flatecorflorg, which orbits the gas giant Florgcor, which orbits the yellow star known as Axima Centauri, which has nothing to do with Alpha Centauri.
A trebelnork has two hearts, four arms, and two legs.
Blobby is on his spaceship, shaped like a Google Chrome logo, and colored like it too. It rotates. Blobby is in the blue section, steering, playing the guitar, and texting at the same time.
This is the "CR4Io" by Kiocorp. No joke... Developers had a since of humor, and marketing must have been on vacation. Err, come on in I guess. It's not very big, but you guys can occupy the A9L5 and A9L6 storage compartments. Where ya off to?
Last Edit: Sept 30, 2010 1:39:34 GMT by microfarad
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Blobby's Google Chrome ship continues flying through space. It encounters a giant Coke ship, which he thinks is a can. "No, srsly", Blobby texts to his home planet, "It is shaped like a cylinder and painted lke a Coke can. I tell u, it is a coke can."
Blobby directs the ship towards the top of the Coke can, where there usually is a lever-thingy to open it.
I'm going wherever the excitement is. Right now, this happens to be a big hovercraft race on Theieara. I don't have enough energy to do much turning so... I think you're going to be going to Theieara whether or not you want to now. Sit back, relax, and try to figure this thing out for me *hands Qwerty a Game Cube and a Mario Kart Double Dash disk*. I think it's some sort of ancient music player, or maybe some sort of engine... Double Dash... And see those vehicles? Odd costumes though...
Beep... Beep... Beep...
WHAT NOW???
Last Edit: Sept 30, 2010 2:06:42 GMT by microfarad
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OOC: That's what the Beep... Beep... Beep... is about
Beeps... There have been FAR too many lately. What could it possibly this time? Proabably, the spaceship just hit an electronic flying Simon Says game, the one with all the flashy lights.
Well, then I looked at the main monitor. I did a bit of a double take... That's ALMOST a flying Simon Says game... After a couple of seconds examining the object, I realized it was rather large, at least several times larger than my ship. And, before my very eyes, it reached out to grab my ship.
"Hitchhikers... Whatever your names are! HOLD ON TO SOMETHING!"
Manual over ride... It's a very attractive button. The only such specimen on this ship. The designers knew what a craft like this was all about, and they made its most important feature glow... Literally. The manual over ride button is made from a frosted artificial sapphire with blue light, originating from a blue laser.
I pressed it and my little tin can swerved off to the side.
I was almost hoping it would be a chase.
Last Edit: Sept 30, 2010 2:29:47 GMT by microfarad
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Blobby's Google Chrome ship continued holding onto the Coke ship, and Blobby got stuck to the wall behind him. He was unable to reach the controls. He did try to get the ship to release the Coke ship, however.