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Well, Zeni was apparently killed/kidnapped by fangirls/unknown beings from outer space, and ever since her mysterious disappearance this once-awesome forum fell into disuse (seeing as she GM'ed most of the threads here, that's no surprise).
Seeing as I have been bored out of my skull and completely despondent for most of the whole month (I'm better now, but man, was that a rut), I regained a bit of an interest in the whole RPG concept, as it's round-robin format is really (++) good at exercising the creative muscles (either mine or anyone else's). Unfortunately this forum is pretty much dead and provides no existing RPGs, so I decided I might as well ask you guys the question:
Would any of you be interested at starting and playing/helping GM a new TFF RPG?
I've entertained several ideas, some following the basic (and successful) format of the RPGs that have already been hosted here, i.e. TFF getting assaulted by *insert threat here* and a horde of heroes, bastards, and misfits both from inside TFF and from all corners of the Internets rush out to defend it. However, I've also entertained some other ideas, quite a few with a setting outside TFF City, but also (and prominently) one involving an Assault of Yaoi. Garedelyon, Watashiwa, and Lord Raine provided the original inspiration, and then Vex, I, and a few other guys talked about it on a thread somewhere, lemme see...
Yes, from "Your Daily Thing..."
And then Raine made one of the most epic posts in the history of ever, which is really what sparked the whole concept in my brain:
And then:
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So, that's how we got here, folks. Obviously, however, a concept is not enough, we need a plot, and here it is:
It is A.D. 3,149, during the Dark Age of the Internets. In a stunning display of audacity, cunning, and sheer evil manipulation, a large force of Yaoist fanatics, the elite wing of that plague-spreading empire of Yaoi, whose holdings include more than 2/3rds of the worlds along the Internet multiverse, including substantial parts of FF.Net, Fictionpress, and, even, a foothold in the surreal world of 4chan, smashed through the defenses of TFF Academy City, an Internet-renowned hub of fanfiction trade and commerce, along with several other large enterprises and markets, in a lightning raid, razing the TFF Internet Trading Center to the ground and heavily damaging the Government Tower, the administrative building also known as the home of the mysteriously absent Lord Hawk. Before a city-wide alarm could even be sounded, the Yaoists were already falling back, damage done, along with a large number of hostages, including many prominent personalities, such as the Obnoxious Goddess Haruhi, Rin Tohsaka, Lelouch and Nunnally vi Britannia, many renowned fanfiction authors, and even Zeni and her sister Eterna, heroines of past wars against Yaoi. Meanwhile, with Lord Hawk absent, the government was thrown into complete disarray.
Then, as the city descended into panic, the last Yaoist ship to retreat, the massive flagship Cassandra the Great, dropped one last gift upon the city in the form of a gigantic antimatter-fueled F.R.E.Y.A. bomb. Fortunately, by this point the more powerful inhabitants of the city had been sufficiently roused, and this allowed for the deployment of a tactical emergency shield fueled by redirecting the city's entire energy grid into it. The shield was then used to surround the bomb's surface area just as it went off, preventing all damage from the explosion. But even this shield could not stop the gigantic, blunt-force shockwave generated by the contained explosion, which, when unleashed, caused disastrous damage to the outskirts of the city.
And thus the fangirls faded into the darkness, leaving behind a TFF Academy City that was broken and in disarray.
Barely a day after the event, the remnants of the Government convened.
Such an atrocity, it was decided, could not go unpunished.
However, what could be done? Even at its strongest, TFF was in no position to launch a war against the massive Empire of Yaoi. What could be done now, with most of its industrial base left in shambles, its fanfic production ruined? Even if all the admittedly quite powerful individuals that roamed TFF's streets, including those that had fought in previous wars with the Yaoists, could be assembled into a proper fighting force, they could never hope to match the sheer size of the Empire.
And yet something had to be done. The hostages had to be rescued. An eye had to be taken for the eye that had been so violently ripped off the face of TFF.
And then came the bright idea. Just as the fangirls had come to realize the futility of a direct military invasion with conventional armies and had attacked TFF in a lightning-quick terrorist raid, so would TFF do the same.
Capitalizing on its most visible advantage, the individual fighting and sometimes even magical prowess of most of its inhabitants, TFF Academy City would assemble an elite group of individuals. They, equipped with their own powers that had already been honed over the years, would lead an ambitious infiltration mission on the heartland on the Empire of Yaoi, rescue the hostages, and pay back the evil done by doing the impossible - assassinating the Empress of Yaoi. All help would be accepted. Anyone, from all corners of the Internets could answer the call, provided they had sufficient power.
This would not be a war on the Empire.
This would be... an Assault on Yaoi!
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So, that's it. Anyone interested? I'm not really planning on starting up a character sign-up thread if there aren't at least six people interested on making an effort at playing this thing (not that it'd really be anything out of this world - one post per day from each of the members tends to be more than enough). A note: this, as all other TFF RPG's, will be in round-robin format, not tabletop.
So...
...will you answer the call?
Well, Zeni was apparently killed/kidnapped by fangirls/unknown beings from outer space, and ever since her mysterious disappearance this once-awesome forum fell into disuse (seeing as she GM'ed most of the threads here, that's no surprise).
Seeing as I have been bored out of my skull and completely despondent for most of the whole month (I'm better now, but man, was that a rut), I regained a bit of an interest in the whole RPG concept, as it's round-robin format is really (++) good at exercising the creative muscles (either mine or anyone else's). Unfortunately this forum is pretty much dead and provides no existing RPGs, so I decided I might as well ask you guys the question:
Would any of you be interested at starting and playing/helping GM a new TFF RPG?
I've entertained several ideas, some following the basic (and successful) format of the RPGs that have already been hosted here, i.e. TFF getting assaulted by *insert threat here* and a horde of heroes, bastards, and misfits both from inside TFF and from all corners of the Internets rush out to defend it. However, I've also entertained some other ideas, quite a few with a setting outside TFF City, but also (and prominently) one involving an Assault of Yaoi. Garedelyon, Watashiwa, and Lord Raine provided the original inspiration, and then Vex, I, and a few other guys talked about it on a thread somewhere, lemme see...
Yes, from "Your Daily Thing..."
garedelyon said:
The Soccer Mums secretly staged a coup d'Útat on Disney; a coup that was so quick and so well organised, that no one, not even their voice actors, are aware of it. With backing from every vindictive self-absorbed tween who thought they ought to be famous, the Classic Disney faction really didn't stand a chance against the Soccer Mum-Tweenybopper axis of evil.
The Pixar people are kept enslaved in a subterranean prison on a sand bar in the Carribbean that is so small and low that it is only above sea-level at low tide (the Disney cruise ship ferries them supplies) and last appeared on a map in 1789 (the year before the Polo Motherhood (now the Soccer Mum FederationÖ) was formed), which is why they kept working with Disney even after Finding Nemo (which itself, when swapped into hebrew and played backwards, contains a desperate SOS message from the pixar people)
All the traditional animators were cooked into Soccer bake sale goodies for the sin of having actually incorporated nitty gritty bits of life into fantasy adventure movies with a G rating, and sold to hapless fundraiser victims to keep little boys and girls everywhere in nice cleats and soccer mums in Mom Jeans and Peoplemovers.
Don't say you heard it from me though...
The Pixar people are kept enslaved in a subterranean prison on a sand bar in the Carribbean that is so small and low that it is only above sea-level at low tide (the Disney cruise ship ferries them supplies) and last appeared on a map in 1789 (the year before the Polo Motherhood (now the Soccer Mum FederationÖ) was formed), which is why they kept working with Disney even after Finding Nemo (which itself, when swapped into hebrew and played backwards, contains a desperate SOS message from the pixar people)
All the traditional animators were cooked into Soccer bake sale goodies for the sin of having actually incorporated nitty gritty bits of life into fantasy adventure movies with a G rating, and sold to hapless fundraiser victims to keep little boys and girls everywhere in nice cleats and soccer mums in Mom Jeans and Peoplemovers.
Don't say you heard it from me though...
Watashiwa said:
My God, that's it!!!
After NGD, Luthorne, Ignus and I finish Tokyo, we'll head to Anaheim to kick some ass. Where exactly does this coalition make their base of operations? Collateral damage isn't a concern, but we want to make sure our targets go down.
After NGD, Luthorne, Ignus and I finish Tokyo, we'll head to Anaheim to kick some ass. Where exactly does this coalition make their base of operations? Collateral damage isn't a concern, but we want to make sure our targets go down.
You fools. You have no idea the forces you're tampering with.
Do you honestly expect to just walk right in there? Or that your Awesome might somehow help you?
No.
You fail to grasp something terribly, terribly important. Something that will damn your attempts to failure before you even begin.
Let me ask you a question.
Who, exactly, do you think the Yaoi Fangirls are? Who do you think writes all the horrific character-rape OoC Yaoi fan fiction? Who buys Yaoi manga? Who keeps the concept that "two male characters in the same series = SECRET LUST 4 EACH OTHER OMGKAWAII" alive?
The Soccer Moms and Self-Absorbed Tweens are the Yaoi Fangirls. You aren't marching on a crusade of salvation and restoration of a golden age.
You're walking right into a trap. A nest of artistic and literary Failure and corruption like nothing you've ever seen before. Laurell K. Hamilton books will line the walls. Yaoi doujin of Sephiroth, Cloud, Lelouch, and Sasuke having an orgy of angsty smex will litter the floor, their pages roughly pawed through.
A poster depicting Simon and Kamina fondling each other is on the wall. Discarded candy wrappers and cake crumbs will cover the desks.
And there, in the corner, next to a computer humming dimly, is a script. It's for the promised-but-never-delivered NGE movie. The one that was supposed to not suck.
Lines have been struck through. Notes have been scribbled. Dialogue changed, and the story's plot rewritten. It's. . .
Yaoi.
Somehow. . . impossibly. . . they stopped it. Took it over. Prevented it. Your breath catches in your throat as you turn slowly to the trashcan only a few feet away. Surely, they couldn't have. . they wouldn't have. . .
Panicking, you dig through the trash.
A scratched disk labeled The Watchmen. A torn form titled "Duke Nukem Forever". The appeal to have the fanmade 3D remake of Chrono Trigger allowed to continue. A stained script of the actual ending to NGE.
Heath Ledgers prescriptions for his medication. The ones that aren't fakes.
The blood in your veins runs cold as ice, and a deep chill runs up your spine and into your heart. Even as your body stops moving, you mind is working overtime. Surely, this doesn't mean. . . how could they have. . . they don't have the power, the connections, to do something like. . .
Then you remember. It's Disney.
Of course they do.
You have started a war you cannot fight. A war you cannot win.
Godspeed? No. May God have mercy on your souls. For they shall find none where you go.
Do you honestly expect to just walk right in there? Or that your Awesome might somehow help you?
No.
You fail to grasp something terribly, terribly important. Something that will damn your attempts to failure before you even begin.
Let me ask you a question.
Who, exactly, do you think the Yaoi Fangirls are? Who do you think writes all the horrific character-rape OoC Yaoi fan fiction? Who buys Yaoi manga? Who keeps the concept that "two male characters in the same series = SECRET LUST 4 EACH OTHER OMGKAWAII" alive?
The Soccer Moms and Self-Absorbed Tweens are the Yaoi Fangirls. You aren't marching on a crusade of salvation and restoration of a golden age.
You're walking right into a trap. A nest of artistic and literary Failure and corruption like nothing you've ever seen before. Laurell K. Hamilton books will line the walls. Yaoi doujin of Sephiroth, Cloud, Lelouch, and Sasuke having an orgy of angsty smex will litter the floor, their pages roughly pawed through.
A poster depicting Simon and Kamina fondling each other is on the wall. Discarded candy wrappers and cake crumbs will cover the desks.
And there, in the corner, next to a computer humming dimly, is a script. It's for the promised-but-never-delivered NGE movie. The one that was supposed to not suck.
Lines have been struck through. Notes have been scribbled. Dialogue changed, and the story's plot rewritten. It's. . .
Yaoi.
Somehow. . . impossibly. . . they stopped it. Took it over. Prevented it. Your breath catches in your throat as you turn slowly to the trashcan only a few feet away. Surely, they couldn't have. . they wouldn't have. . .
Panicking, you dig through the trash.
A scratched disk labeled The Watchmen. A torn form titled "Duke Nukem Forever". The appeal to have the fanmade 3D remake of Chrono Trigger allowed to continue. A stained script of the actual ending to NGE.
Heath Ledgers prescriptions for his medication. The ones that aren't fakes.
The blood in your veins runs cold as ice, and a deep chill runs up your spine and into your heart. Even as your body stops moving, you mind is working overtime. Surely, this doesn't mean. . . how could they have. . . they don't have the power, the connections, to do something like. . .
Then you remember. It's Disney.
Of course they do.
You have started a war you cannot fight. A war you cannot win.
Godspeed? No. May God have mercy on your souls. For they shall find none where you go.
VextheWarlord said:
Fuck, suppose we should make an "Assault on Yaoi" TFF RPG?
So, that's how we got here, folks. Obviously, however, a concept is not enough, we need a plot, and here it is:
It is A.D. 3,149, during the Dark Age of the Internets. In a stunning display of audacity, cunning, and sheer evil manipulation, a large force of Yaoist fanatics, the elite wing of that plague-spreading empire of Yaoi, whose holdings include more than 2/3rds of the worlds along the Internet multiverse, including substantial parts of FF.Net, Fictionpress, and, even, a foothold in the surreal world of 4chan, smashed through the defenses of TFF Academy City, an Internet-renowned hub of fanfiction trade and commerce, along with several other large enterprises and markets, in a lightning raid, razing the TFF Internet Trading Center to the ground and heavily damaging the Government Tower, the administrative building also known as the home of the mysteriously absent Lord Hawk. Before a city-wide alarm could even be sounded, the Yaoists were already falling back, damage done, along with a large number of hostages, including many prominent personalities, such as the Obnoxious Goddess Haruhi, Rin Tohsaka, Lelouch and Nunnally vi Britannia, many renowned fanfiction authors, and even Zeni and her sister Eterna, heroines of past wars against Yaoi. Meanwhile, with Lord Hawk absent, the government was thrown into complete disarray.
Then, as the city descended into panic, the last Yaoist ship to retreat, the massive flagship Cassandra the Great, dropped one last gift upon the city in the form of a gigantic antimatter-fueled F.R.E.Y.A. bomb. Fortunately, by this point the more powerful inhabitants of the city had been sufficiently roused, and this allowed for the deployment of a tactical emergency shield fueled by redirecting the city's entire energy grid into it. The shield was then used to surround the bomb's surface area just as it went off, preventing all damage from the explosion. But even this shield could not stop the gigantic, blunt-force shockwave generated by the contained explosion, which, when unleashed, caused disastrous damage to the outskirts of the city.
And thus the fangirls faded into the darkness, leaving behind a TFF Academy City that was broken and in disarray.
Barely a day after the event, the remnants of the Government convened.
Such an atrocity, it was decided, could not go unpunished.
However, what could be done? Even at its strongest, TFF was in no position to launch a war against the massive Empire of Yaoi. What could be done now, with most of its industrial base left in shambles, its fanfic production ruined? Even if all the admittedly quite powerful individuals that roamed TFF's streets, including those that had fought in previous wars with the Yaoists, could be assembled into a proper fighting force, they could never hope to match the sheer size of the Empire.
And yet something had to be done. The hostages had to be rescued. An eye had to be taken for the eye that had been so violently ripped off the face of TFF.
And then came the bright idea. Just as the fangirls had come to realize the futility of a direct military invasion with conventional armies and had attacked TFF in a lightning-quick terrorist raid, so would TFF do the same.
Capitalizing on its most visible advantage, the individual fighting and sometimes even magical prowess of most of its inhabitants, TFF Academy City would assemble an elite group of individuals. They, equipped with their own powers that had already been honed over the years, would lead an ambitious infiltration mission on the heartland on the Empire of Yaoi, rescue the hostages, and pay back the evil done by doing the impossible - assassinating the Empress of Yaoi. All help would be accepted. Anyone, from all corners of the Internets could answer the call, provided they had sufficient power.
This would not be a war on the Empire.
This would be... an Assault on Yaoi!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, that's it. Anyone interested? I'm not really planning on starting up a character sign-up thread if there aren't at least six people interested on making an effort at playing this thing (not that it'd really be anything out of this world - one post per day from each of the members tends to be more than enough). A note: this, as all other TFF RPG's, will be in round-robin format, not tabletop.
So...
...will you answer the call?