On RPing and Fictional Documents

I RP. No, that's not Singapore's replacement to the ERP. It means Role Play. That means I act as a different character. I have a few profiles. An economic superpower with a peace-loving military that avoids battles at all costs unless it's necessary, at which point they completely crush and annihilate the opposition, a planet that specializes in ship-building, providing services to anybody who has money no matter their alignments, a ChaoticGood merchant who's still in the business for the thrill of a good deal, and a NeutralGood mercenary with the ability to find anything he needs in his hands.

Something I pride myself on is accuracy. Thankfully, I have resources at home. There's a university-level Biology textbook focussing on the human body. There's an encyclopedia on guns, shotguns and practically anything handheld that fires a bullet shaped projectile. There's a book on fighters and bombers of the World Wars and modern militaries. There's even a military atlas to World War 2.

I have practically everything I need. At one point, I described my superpower's water recycling systems, police forces, legal systems, emergency protocols in the event of war, threats to sovereignty, assassinations of members of state, different forms of attacks, coups, natural disasters and economic sanctions, among others. For the planet, I have planned out the Daemon for it, and gave it an evolutionary algorithm to create experimental technologies such as electrolasers, coil guns and kinetic penetrators. I also gave it backup plans and a last ditch failsafe I copied straight from the Daemon. In my case, my Daemon gave its companies a letter that it had been taken over and from that point on, they were no longer the masters, but the slaves.

So, I watched the rest of Leverage today. The ending was odd. Still, there was a nice breather, talking about the dagger, and their various mockeries of Sophie's accent. The first time it was done, Sophie returned the favor by portraying Elliot as a drunk, drawling Southerner with a smoking problem. Another running gag was how Elliot saved the Zimbabwe minister, AKA Hardison from anaphylactic shock with a tracheotomy. Sophie's version involved a letter-opener. His version used a corkscrew. Hardison claimed he smiled like Dexter and used a large chopper. Parker added in her version that she passed the weapon. Nate's final version left that in. Seriously, a oversized chopper that looked like a baby version of Cloud's blade? Why the hell is it at a reception table?

On second thoughts, let's not question that too much. I'm beginning Dexter tomorrow. My dad is ambivalent, because he finds it a tad too slow.

Yeah. Short post for tonight. I'll continue tomorrow.


I got an idea for NaNoWriMo. If I write the story from a few viewpoints, and have various unexplained events that are explained when we look at it from another character's perspective, I get to pad the story, and create free comic relief at how they accidentally screw it up for each other.

Using a simple retrieval mission for instance, I have 4 agents trying to get the MacGuffin at the same time because they want to look good. Therefore, all I have to do is write at least 12,500 words for each agent, which would be easy as when you get more than 2 people working to achieve the same goal and they think they're the only ones on the job, it gets really weird and amusing. I could hit 70-80k on this one, assuming the editor in me doesn't slow the writer in me too much.

Still, there aren't many situations where I could use this scenario. We're talking about a secret organization here, not a loose collections of mercenaries. You can't have agents running around screwing up one another's plans without someone noticing.

The IdiotBall will be passed around a lot, that's for sure. I won't like that, but it's a cost I'll have to pay for a comedy of errors.

If I finish prepping before October 31st, before the kickoff, I mean, I should continue on creating the fictional documents and the information for my individual RP characters. The superpower is done, the planet is just about done, with the specs of all its major ships done. The mercenary's profile, limitations and style is done. I've done very little on my merchant. I know I want him to be a BadassNormal who has extremely powerful tools. He's shaping out to become a space merchant, so I might grab one of the ships from my ship-building planet and give it to him. He hasn't done much dog-fighting. He has gotten out of fights with his reputation and an implied threat. Most of the time anyway, I make him into a coward like Rincewind. He's a major gems trader, has connections to the leaders of three major crime families that alternate between asking for his help and asking thugs to kill him, and has a sentient AI that frequently discuss plans to kill him, take over the ship and enslave humanity. Yes, most of my characters could easily become a MartyStu/MarySue, but there's a difference. MarySues face no challenges. In the RPGs, everybody is extremely powerful, and we're all out for our personal agendas. Therefore, the GM doesn't have to give us constant problems. We end up complicating things for each other anyway, with our odd alliances and rivalries.

In school. We're playing... Some weird variation of Chess. 4v4 Chess. We seat in a row of 4 on each side, and captured pieces are passed to the right, which can be inserted into the battlefield in lieu of moving. When the right-most guy loses a piece, it goes out of play for good. First team to capture all 4 kings wins.

It took us 3 hours to finish a game. At one point, my team had 6 queens on a single board. It was epic, mind you, and there'll be much to add to my personal list of CMoAs and CMoFs.

I just sent my brother for tuition class. Since the teacher isn't here yet, I'm obliged to stay. I've got some tropes to read through.

OneTwoThreeFourGo is an interesting trope/pun. I should put that into the female agent's story, which is already filled with language-based jokes. I could have her walk into the room with 5 items of any kind excitedly and have her announce this trope name in full while she dumps them individually on the table. Knifes, anime DVDs or light novels, perhaps.

Then she could reenact the conversation between Kyon and Ryoko before... you know. That. Complete with the exact responses, even though the subject she's talking to has no idea what she's doing. He'll most probably go, "Damn, this only happens in cheap crappy hentai films, not real life!" Then he sees the way she holds the knives, and we get Kyon's panic. Voila!

So, I played NFS Carbon today. Had some fun with the customization, then I proceeded to do thirty minute long chases. Despite how far I've went in the game, how much money I coated the state, for some reason, they never did use spike strips on me. Even with a dozen cars chasing mr at one shot, with 4 dozen cars assigned on me, and more than 20 disabled cars. Still, no spike strips.

I still like my original Mazda RX-8. It's one of my easiest vehicles. Decent handling, good acceleration, it gets me through those impromptu street races easily.

Mabel, Racer Wannabe