Author Topic: Playing God [Under one's roof] (An rp)  (Read 3422 times)

PLAYING GOD

Backstory
In the year 20XX or something, give or take a couple years, some urinal cake decided that he was bored as all hell and decided "I'm going to entertain myself in the most convoluted and overly-complex way possible." before doing just that. He made a giant UFO lookin' thing, ripped New York out of the ground, shook it clean so there was no life remaining on it, and dropped it in the middle of the ocean, probably on top of a boat. He then issues a sign up session online where people could volunteer to live on his new island for his entertainment. He didn't actually tell them that until they gave him all their information. After he picked them off of the Earth and dropped them all onto his island, he hid his UFO up above the clouds and began shouting things at the people below. He watched as they tried to survive all the lions, tigers and bears he obtained from other parts of the world and dropped onto them, before eventually they just died. Now with a seemingly infinite supply of crap to drop on the island after going on a picking party, he summoned a new group of individuals to entertain him. Little did he know, this new group actually had a chance of reaching his UFO and taking control.

What is this
It's an RP set in the disembodied New York void of life where somebody plays God from inside a UFO above the clouds, and that somebody is usually me. You RP how you normally would, however while this one isn't completely serious, I don't want people going insane and pulling psychopathic poop either. The person playing God barks orders at the people down below, weather they obey or not being up to them. He also can drop things onto the island and pull things off too, but hopefully not too much. The RP people down on the island try to set aside their differences to survive. Eventually, somebody can get into the UFO to take the God role. Eventually. If I need to explain more ask me.

How do I do it
RP without being a fool. Not being as serious as usual isn't being a fool, despite what anybody says. Keep actions within human bounds, and try not to kill each other. Try to not pull a "i dodge your attack and stab you" or a "i shoot both ur legs u cant move now" please. Don't declare what the UFO drops or removes, 'God' is in control of that. Just don't be stupid.

Who am I
Make a character with this;

Hello, my name is: (Name)
I am this many: (Age)
I am from: (Primary living location before being moved to disembodied New York)
My gender is: (Man or woman)
I look like: (Description of character, clothing optional)
I have: (Starting equipment)
Other stuff: (Other stuff, optional)

What are the rules
1. Don't be an idiot, self explanatory.
2. Don't declare everything that happens, and if you do, keep it calm. If 'God' drops a tiger, you can say it rips a mailbox open, but keep declarations to that level.
3. You're only God if specified. Don't say what is dropped and what is retrieved, and don't assume at any moment you can build a plane and fly into the UFO. I'll give other people a chance eventually, and probably.
4. You're not invincible. Self explanatory.
5. You're not good at everything you do. Self explanatory.
6. Don't control other players.
7. Don't kill other players.
8. Don't severely cripple other players, which means don't stab/shoot/slap both their legs so they can't walk or chop off/explode/fart on both their arms so they can't fight back if you're fighting.
9. OP is final word most of the time.
10. If I missed a rule and you do something stupid, I'll let you know without being a jerk because I missed the rule in the first place.

PLAYERS IN THE GAME
Hello, my name is: Swain
I am this many years old: 25
I am from: Boulder, Colorado
My gender is: Male
I look like: A (bald) yellow(Really. He's yellow. You don't remember where you got him.) dude in a red shirt and navy blue jeans.
I have: A backpack and a couple of C4 charges and dynamite sticks.
Other stuff: Swains sense of humor is rather Explosive, especially for a guy who carries dispensable TNT sticks around.
Hello, my name is: Rakesh
I am this many years old: 27
I am from: Jacksonville, FL
My gender is: Male
I look like: Long hair, goatee, glasses, dark-skinned. Indian.Wears a lot of band shirts.
I have: A guitar that could be used as a weapon, and a pistol in my house.
Other stuff: Good at flying planes.
Cool concept

Hello, my name is: Felix Medrano
I am this many: 14
I am from: Belmont, California
My gender is: Man
I look like: Short brown hair, glasses, a modern-ish green coat, gray trousers, and white/red shoes
I have: A short axe, and 2 bars of chocolate
Other stuff: Has OCPD, which causes him to always want to be clean
Hello, my name is: Sam Hilm
I am this many years old: 63
I am from: Dayton, Nevada
My gender is: Male
I look like: Grey hair and mustache, glasses, old button-up sweater, worn blue jeans, black shoes
I have: A fire axe and some scrap food
Other stuff: Dull and boring, usually really serious
Hello, my name is: Gilbert
I am this many: 6
I am from: A farm in Arizona
My gender is: A male
I look like: A young goat with white and brown fur and gold-ish colored eyes and a pair of average sized horns, he wears a red Plaid Sweater
I have: My Plaid Sweater and uh... Well forget there's not much else a goat can have.
Other stuff: He can talk to other animals and stuff.

It begins.
Hello, my name is: Bob McCoin
I am this many: 70
I am from: Senior Living Center, FL
My gender is: Interlove
I look like: A hot old sweaty man with orfaces with white hair, dentures, and blue eyes.
I have: A cane, water, prune juice, and 70 years of knowledge.

« Last Edit: October 13, 2013, 01:31:49 PM by Jokey365 »

Sounds cool.

Hello, my name is: Swain
I am this many years old: 25
I am from: Boulder, Colorado
My gender is: Male
I look like: A (bald) yellow(Really. He's yellow. You don't remember where you got him.) dude in a red shirt and navy blue jeans.
I have: A backpack and a couple of C4 charges and dynamite sticks.
Other stuff: Swains sense of humor is rater Explosive, especially for a guy who carries dispensable TNT sticks around.

Hello, my name is: Rakesh
I am this many years old: 27
I am from: Jacksonville, FL
My gender is: Male
I look like: Long hair, goatee, glasses, dark-skinned. Indian.Wears a lot of band shirts.
I have: A guitar that could be used as a weapon, and a pistol in my house.
Other stuff: Good at flying planes.

Cool concept

Hello, my name is: Felix Medrano
I am this many years old: 14
I am from: Belmont, California
My gender is: Man
I look like: Short brown hair, glasses, a modern-ish green coat, gray trousers, and white/red shoes
I have: A short axe, and 2 bars of chocolate
Other stuff: Has obsessive-compulsive disorder, which causes him to always want to be clean
« Last Edit: October 08, 2013, 08:27:14 PM by PurpleMetro »

Hello, my name is: Sam Hilm
I am this many years old: 63
I am from: Dayton, Nevada
My gender is: Male
I look like: Grey hair and mustache, glasses, old button-up sweater, worn blue jeans, black shoes
I have: A fire axe and some scrap food
Other stuff: Dull and boring, usually really serious

A loud buzz echoes through the city for a few seconds before abruptly stopping. "Alright you meat bags. I'm sending down drones to perform a head count before the fun begins." is heard from an unknown location.

Other stuff: Has obsessive-compulsive disorder, which causes him to always want to be clean

THAT'S NOT WHAT OCD IS.

STOP.

THAT'S A CHARACTERISTIC OF OCPD, AND ONLY IN RARE CIRCUMSTANCES HAS ANY RELEVANCE TO OCD.

I'm sorry for yelling, I just get really mad when people make this error.

oh ok then change it pls jokey

Hello, my name is: Gilbert
I am this many: 6
I am from: A farm in Arizona
My gender is: A male
I look like: A young goat with white and brown fur and gold-ish colored eyes and a pair of average sized horns, he wears a red Plaid Sweater
I have: My Plaid Sweater and uh... Well forget there's not much else a goat can have.
Other stuff: He can talk to other animals and stuff.

It begins.

When does this stuff begin

When does this stuff begin
Did nobody actually see;
A loud buzz echoes through the city for a few seconds before abruptly stopping. "Alright you meat bags. I'm sending down drones to perform a head count before the fun begins." is heard from an unknown location.

Swain gets out one of his precious TNT sticks and a lighter.

"Huehuehue..."

Gilbert trots around upon a sidewalk, the breeze gently pushing against his both his fur and sweater as he chews on a recently found chunk of tire, doing diddly stuff.


Gilbert looks up and around, searching for the disembodied voice before spitting out the chunk of tire and letting out a sound yell scarily close to that of a humans before running off down the street, ramming into any items that'd be easy to topple over.