Remember AiS? We'll I'll go over the rules, with a new inane twist!
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 an individual or small group.
"Where does the Anarchy come into play?" you may ask. In the last AiS, I would draw every week, a random member, who has specifically expressed an interest in god modding the game. The god modder would play as a normal character and try to add some inanity to the game. But, the old system wasn't always so great. Out with the old, in with the new!
Now we have NO god modder. Everybody can god-mod, but do so sparingly. If something needs to be decided, we'll just figure it out. The new inane twist is this: Every character will have something exceptionally odd about them. For example, you may choose your character to be a giant, 30 feet tall. You will not tell anybody what your character's "inanity" is, but we will discover it sooner or later when your character can't, for example, fit through the door. Your character does know what their inanity is, but acts in a way that does not make it readily apparent. Once your inanity is discovered, the game gets even more hilarious.
This game, like Party!, is simply for the fun of it, so there shouldn't be any grand schemes. 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 to explain it. However, I find it might be best to make some drama, and pretend it is a challenge.
I recommend using a little flag ( |" ) to denote a request that you are serious about, while still staying in character. For example: Hey, now my ship is broken, could you please help |" me fix it so I can get back to the base? At some times, the old AiS could be frustrating if you actually wanted to achieve some goal, what with everybody crashing into you and all. We'll use this new flag to mitigate any frustration.
I shall begin: Hi, I'm Blip. I found this ship... It just kinda came out of the sky... Looks a bit like a tin can, even has "Coca-Cola" painted on its side. The owner, Ethan, eventually tracked it down. But by then, even he could admit that all of the repair I did to it made it mine by right. So now I'm taking the "CR4Io" by Kiocorp for a spin. It's gonna be a nice vacation...
Last Edit: May 25, 2011 23:59:15 GMT by microfarad
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My name is Paod. I live in the downtown of a big city. We've just developed hyperspace technology! Pretty cheap too. Our ships are basically a shell of metal, rectangular in shape, with the bottom third closed off, with an insanely durable material we've made. Needed too, as our engine tech is a volatile one. Anyway, I decided to go for my vacation to the planet of Emaos Alpha. It's a tropical jungle world with some pretty awesome resorts. Anyway, I went to my launch pad, got in my ship, and activated the engines. It charged up for a while- it needs to do so unlike some other races in the galaxy, but hey, it can get really high speeds. Especially when hyperspace is activated.
And as I got out of the atmosphere, I activated the hyperspace mode, strapping myself into the enclosure you go in during hyperspace- which is crazy. I felt wind press on the enclosure as I rocketed to an insane speed. then I deactivated it, and a vent opened on the engine area of my vessel. The wind rushing out was audible. anyway, I was orbiting, so I landed on the planet, on the padlot for the Rivaris resort here.
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
I am definitely joining this. I just don't know whether to join as a Nonja from early PW, a Nonja from late PW, the same thing I did last time, something H2G2 related...
OOC: So Glove, your RP posts are usually confusing... Did you crash land?
OOC: Iza, when you are ready, just make a post, don't add to that one.
Well... This bucket has less technology than a rock... I ran out of Dr. Pepper soda. I already finished my book... I'm bored... Bored bored bored...
*checks for nearby planets*
I'll land... THERE... *points at screen* ... *points at screen* ... *points at screen* ... Ah... This bucket doesn't even have an AI to help control it... *types in destination*
Last Edit: May 26, 2011 23:32:08 GMT by microfarad
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Nope. I just regular landed. I'm chillin at a resort.
Paod had got his room and everything and was chillin out in the game room, with a delicacy fruitjuice they had here. Fruit of the Redblego plant. It was a nice sweet red juice- and the fruit itself was a very sweet, spindly, crimson red inside and out fruit. He was on an arcade game. It was a pilot simulation game and he rather liked it, especially because use could choose a ship from his planet.
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
Slak left his desert home and gazed at the stars (the atmosphere on his home planet is thin enough that they can still be visible in the day-time). The Slak, like most members of the Siccus race, is given to solitude and pondering. As he looks at the stars, he wonders what might be out there? Are the Sicci the only intelligence in the universe? Are we alone in our pursuit of knowledge? Just then, a strange light flashed through the sky...
((invitation to anyone who wants to be the "strange light"))
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I had left the resort over much enjoyment. Going over a desert plant with a thin atmosphere, he heard a distinctly loud "BANG!" from the engine compartment. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god ogodogodogodogodogod" One of the fan balls had blown through the metal of the back of his ship. (YEs, a pg character! Yay!) the other fanballs followed suit and the chaos sent his ship hurtlign towards the desert planet, he.... had to get inside the hyperspac holder.... He opened it, got un, closed it, and then there was a horrendous crah as his now fan-ball empty ship impacted with the ground.
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
The light slammed into a nearby mountain. In great fluid bounds Slak was there. The hillside was littered with tiny squares of metal, stone, and... some sort of sand-like powder... Slak say a blue ball bouncing away int eh distance. it seemed to generate tiny bursts of green and blue whenever it bounced. strange. In the densest part of rubble, Slak saw movement. In the middle of a bunch of bouncing hot-pink squares was a two-legged creature with a pink head. The creature seemed to be stirring, but then suddenly remained still. His head overlapped a tan square and suddenly turned tan. So... alien. Slak gingerly picked up the creature. It was only about half his height. and so light... He carried it to his sand shelter. maybe a little rest would do the thing (person?) some good.
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Well, this inanity thing isnt workign out. It was his inanity, but Paod is made of powder, and he's in aspecial holder to keep him from flying apart during hyperspace.
Paod woke up. He ripped himself out of the holder after considerable effort. He then looked at the wreckage of his ship. All the fanballs had gone away, and the hyperspace section was completely buried. Probably in the deep pit a bit by him. HE got up. The ground around him was sand, so he fit right in, it was like he ws in a bunch of powder. And the heat wouldn't affect hi either. Maybe he hould just lie down for a while... NO. No, he'd find civilization of some sort out here. So he started wandering.
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
I have landed this bucket enough times to know that the only safe landing spots are those with... There are no safe landing spots... Landing this craft is the antithesis of safe. And the autopilot is certainly NOT safe of your goal is to hit the surface and stay in one piece. The 16 bit chip for autopilot has overflowed its UNIX time clock many times, to give you three ways of seeing how old it is in one sentence.
I switch to manual control and 20 minutes later, have achieved my least eventful landing yet. Only 1 major component of the craft failed.
I looked proudly at my ship.
WHAT THE $%#@!!!
A pile... Of dirt... Just climbed on my foot... Well... To do it justice, it looks somewhat more refined than dirt.
Future reference for other players... Glove... The point is to say, ah no, you can't take me to your house, but leave the person confused as to what your inanity actually is until they have enough evidence to find out.
Well he assumed I was a player, that was the problem. And PAod is humanoid. And human-sized.
Paod had been wandering for a while now... Ugh. Still couldn't find anything. he heard someone cuse. He had stepped on their foot. "Er, sorry about that. Do you know where I coujld find a city around here?"
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
The correct protocol is to tell the person that, due to your inanity, they cannot proceed with an action, but not tell them what your inanity is.
The nearest city? I do not know... I hadn't really considered that too hard... I was more intent on landing this thing. But I'm pretty sure that there's water this way, I tried to land in it. Civilization thrives by water, eh? Here, I'll go with you.
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