the-best-tank
Panzerkampfwagen VIII Maus
In each world, there is supposed to be some kind of order. Rules they go by. Some are more obvious, some less. Some are forgotten and never appear again. But they are still there. And not everyone follows them. So what's the point? Why do we need to follow any kinds of rules? Because of dignity? Honour? Pity?
I think it's time to change some things. What if we were the gods? Let's play a little.
Let's erase lines between all worlds that have ever existed. Let's allow chaos to unravel and take control of all the universes.
Why?
Because I'm bored.
- When introducing a character, you should give the basic information; traits, looks, personality, etc.
- No godmodding and controlling characters that don't belong to you.
- No powers that mess with spacetime.
- There is a background in the story but it's not that important. The thread focuses on trying to survive in a strange world without rules.
- Everyone creates the story.
- There is no Game Master of any sort. This is a very loose RP.
- If you want to introduce a new thread to the story that limits control of the characters or influence them greatly, you need to get the approval of all roleplayers that want to get involved in the event.
- The roleplayers have the right to interact with NPCs however they want. If you decide that you need to kill them because they committed a crime - go for it.
How the world works:
- This is a one gigantic super-world. A mashup of different universes and timelines, all blended into one.
- Because of the omnipresent chaos, it is common for unexplainable anomalies to appear. Flying skyscrapers that are alive. Noodle-eating cars with wings. Giant rats with human faces and living underwater. Anything is possible.
- There is no point in making a map. The world constantly shifts and changes.
- Of course, along with the universes appeared different characters. Let's see if Adolf, Voldemort and Darth Vader like chamomile tea.
- Because of the different anomalies that may occur, in different places, your character's power might start differently or stops working at all. Your character may also start acting in a strange way.
- Because of the gigantic mashup of everything, nobody's overpowered or immortal.
- It is possible to see one character in several different versions because there might exist very similar universes
Deep indigo eyes scanned the area, cat-like pupils narrowing at the disturbing light that was bouncing off the pure white snow on the ground. Phaexia's black combat boots were leaving deep marks in the cold puffiness and her black wings were pitifully dragging behind her form. What a pain. Because of the cold and some weird powers they weren't able to fly or feel her wings in any way. Quite annoying. Especially when one's not used to going on foot.
They couldn't feel the cold. They couldn't really feel any temperatures. But her body certainly reacted to it, seeing as her fingers were turning a beautiful shade of purple and her nose, cheeks and pointy ears were tinted rose. They didn't care though. They just wanted to get out of the non-flying zone. Around them was nothingness. A plain field looking as if it had absolutely no end. Except for one tiny dot on the horizon. Phaexia was heading right there. It was dark at the moment but it seemed that an afternoon sky was blending in some points from some other universe.
A feather twitched. A bone twitched. A whole wing twitched.
Only a few meters from the dot that turned out to be a small tavern Phaexia was able to feel her wings again. With a small smile, they flapped them before folding them neatly on her back and entering the tavern.
From the outside, it looked like a tiny hut that was going to fall apart any second. But on the inside everything looked amazing. Gigantic rooms, expensive furniture, professional service and the food certainly must be the highest of qualities possible. The daemon wasn't too interested in food at the moment though. There was a bar beautifully presenting itself on the left wall of the grand room. Shining, deep emerald counter with a few glasses and ashtrays scattered around, tall barstools with crimson red seats, looking as if made of satin and silver. The bartender was quite a handsome one too. Perfectly styled raven black hair, a delicate beard and moustache and the most mesmerizing sapphire eyes a man could ever possess.
Phaexia walked up to the bar and sat down in one of the stools before leaning against the counter, doing their best to make her juicy breasts look as appealing as possible. They fluttered her amazingly long black eyelashes and her midnight black, full lips opened to say, "Hallo, handsome. Vhat vould you recommend for somebody like me?"
I think it's time to change some things. What if we were the gods? Let's play a little.
Let's erase lines between all worlds that have ever existed. Let's allow chaos to unravel and take control of all the universes.
Why?
Because I'm bored.
Sincerely,
The Professor of Void.
The Professor of Void.
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Rules:
- When introducing a character, you should give the basic information; traits, looks, personality, etc.
- No godmodding and controlling characters that don't belong to you.
- No powers that mess with spacetime.
- There is a background in the story but it's not that important. The thread focuses on trying to survive in a strange world without rules.
- Everyone creates the story.
- There is no Game Master of any sort. This is a very loose RP.
- If you want to introduce a new thread to the story that limits control of the characters or influence them greatly, you need to get the approval of all roleplayers that want to get involved in the event.
- The roleplayers have the right to interact with NPCs however they want. If you decide that you need to kill them because they committed a crime - go for it.
How the world works:
- This is a one gigantic super-world. A mashup of different universes and timelines, all blended into one.
- Because of the omnipresent chaos, it is common for unexplainable anomalies to appear. Flying skyscrapers that are alive. Noodle-eating cars with wings. Giant rats with human faces and living underwater. Anything is possible.
- There is no point in making a map. The world constantly shifts and changes.
- Of course, along with the universes appeared different characters. Let's see if Adolf, Voldemort and Darth Vader like chamomile tea.
- Because of the different anomalies that may occur, in different places, your character's power might start differently or stops working at all. Your character may also start acting in a strange way.
- Because of the gigantic mashup of everything, nobody's overpowered or immortal.
- It is possible to see one character in several different versions because there might exist very similar universes
Deep indigo eyes scanned the area, cat-like pupils narrowing at the disturbing light that was bouncing off the pure white snow on the ground. Phaexia's black combat boots were leaving deep marks in the cold puffiness and her black wings were pitifully dragging behind her form. What a pain. Because of the cold and some weird powers they weren't able to fly or feel her wings in any way. Quite annoying. Especially when one's not used to going on foot.
They couldn't feel the cold. They couldn't really feel any temperatures. But her body certainly reacted to it, seeing as her fingers were turning a beautiful shade of purple and her nose, cheeks and pointy ears were tinted rose. They didn't care though. They just wanted to get out of the non-flying zone. Around them was nothingness. A plain field looking as if it had absolutely no end. Except for one tiny dot on the horizon. Phaexia was heading right there. It was dark at the moment but it seemed that an afternoon sky was blending in some points from some other universe.
A feather twitched. A bone twitched. A whole wing twitched.
Only a few meters from the dot that turned out to be a small tavern Phaexia was able to feel her wings again. With a small smile, they flapped them before folding them neatly on her back and entering the tavern.
From the outside, it looked like a tiny hut that was going to fall apart any second. But on the inside everything looked amazing. Gigantic rooms, expensive furniture, professional service and the food certainly must be the highest of qualities possible. The daemon wasn't too interested in food at the moment though. There was a bar beautifully presenting itself on the left wall of the grand room. Shining, deep emerald counter with a few glasses and ashtrays scattered around, tall barstools with crimson red seats, looking as if made of satin and silver. The bartender was quite a handsome one too. Perfectly styled raven black hair, a delicate beard and moustache and the most mesmerizing sapphire eyes a man could ever possess.
Phaexia walked up to the bar and sat down in one of the stools before leaning against the counter, doing their best to make her juicy breasts look as appealing as possible. They fluttered her amazingly long black eyelashes and her midnight black, full lips opened to say, "Hallo, handsome. Vhat vould you recommend for somebody like me?"
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