Guy came in to the gas station today with a 200+ pound wild hog strapped to the bed of this truck, thing looked like a pin cushion it had so many arrows in it, anyway guy just came in bought a pack of newports and a road map and walked out. I have never felt more like an npc in my life.
>tfw when I literally stand around having the same conversations with friends in order to look human
>work in hospital
>patients constantly apologizing for the bodily functions and fluids I get to see all day
>blood, shit, and piss are completely mundane to me compared to the shit I've seen on the internet
>mfw it gets harder everyday to interact with anybody on any real basis and I feel more and more alone everyday
I like wearing a suit because they're comfy and I like how they look on me, especially well fitted suits. I wear a suit almost everywhere I go, even if its just to Walmart or something. I'm also jobless and on unemployment. I'm not an NPC but definitely not an adventurer, what am I /tg/?
The best estimate is you're a quirky NPC. The worst estimate is you're the DMPC with a plot hook or ten. Now go look for potential shadowrunners and give them quests, Mr. Johnson.
Nursefag here. I understand bro. After a while you realize your experience in only meshes with the people you work with. The question "how was work today " Is meant to be answered with one word when asked by family.
Some one ripped of their toenail yesterday and that's a joke at work. But God forbid you tell that to others.
Sorry anon, you didn't even get a stat block. You're that nameless npc that died when the madman went on a killing spree attacking people in the streets and setting random buildings on fire.
>that horrific feel when you've been best friends with a PC since 5th grade, and you slowly realize you are just their favorite NPC who has been cursed with agency in their strange strange long story
>tfw you'd trade it away for nothing
Wal-Marts are basically the Incredibly Shitty Level 1 Store. Great to recruit adventurers, with everything you want under one cheap roof.
Sadly a lot of them count as dungeons too.
You're a PC, OP. We're all PCs.
or rather, we're the PCs of the players who didn't really bother to write up much of a backstory 'he just played video games a lot i guess, doesn't really have anything better to do except adventure' but then the game never panned out so we never actually got to the part where we became an adventurer, and just continue living without any real resolution. Haven't you ever felt like your life was leading up to something big, but then it never ever did?
I tried to do some adventuring, travelling for work, going to new and interesting countries but man that's isolating. Sometimes it's good to have four lines of dialogue and a funny accent when the GM remembers.
We are all NPCs, and the PCs failed and died a long, long, loooong time ago.
> Haven't you ever felt like your life was leading up to something big, but then it never ever did?
I felt like that when i discovered I was getting close to my General Education degree.
I don't know what the fuck I want to do.
My birthday is tomorrow, I don't even crave anything and I WANT to crave something...
It's like all the drive is gone man.
Take this thread's web address, do some substitution or roman ciphers on it, and then hide it in a physical bookmark on a copy of the Rubaiyyat. Maybe weave in some red herrings about Ouroboros, time travel, Taured, or Haitian Voodoo veves.
STIMULATION OF BODY-MOVING/LIKE-SENSE SINCE OF ELECTRICITY OF CAUSED OF IN OF BODY SINCE 1. tiny metals in human 2. metals moved since of energies striked/hitting metals 3. energies sent/from machine far of miles.
That sounds a lot like depression. It's a very bad thing, but it's also very treatable.
You should try to talk to a doctor about it. It's quite possible a way for you to help yourself could be found simply and cheaply.
Happy birthday! Please, just think about getting treatment or just talking to someone you love about how you feel.
A hipster. Buy or steal a gun and get motivated by something, and then you can be an NPC. Also, unless your suits are a hold-over from times when you were wealthier, they look like shit. Nobody ever looked like anything more dignified than a tool in a cheap suit.
They aren't cheap.
Some people collect Japanese cartoon figures, some collect trains, and some collect coffee mugs. I collect suits.
Well, sort of. I really only have 1 tailored suit when I used to have money, the rest are just well fitted suits from online and the mall.
>well fitted suits from online and the mall
>on an unemployed budget
Unless you're from fucking Denmark or somewhere, they're cheap. And if you are from Denmark then it doesn't matter because everyone else is dressed better than you anyway. Get stuff from Goodwill or your local equivalent and learn to tailor them yourself. You'll get way better stuff for way cheaper, and you'll end up with a marketable skill on top of it.
>implying I bought them all while unemployed
I've had the same ones for a couple years now, I was on unemployment since only last year. Also I did learn how to sew and stuff, but it takes too much work and I'm terrible at it, I'd rather just keep buying them.
>Stopped shop lifters even when I'm just hanging out with friends
>Actively thwarted muggings
>Hiking, camping, hunting
>Studying to become a police officer
>End of the day I'm just a decently written NPC
Know what that's like. I managed to fail out of the same program twice but at different places. The only way I can keep going is if I convince myself what I'm doing now will pan out much better. Otherwise I'll just cry and join the military. At least I can march again then.
You think I feel bad?
I own a FLGS.
I'm the NPC's NPC.
The levels of inane shit I do to steal autism bux and allowance is staggering. Literally never off the clock. Day time is just standing around, then I go home and do books. Then come back.
Every fucking day.
Same people. I can never lose track of days because I know what groups meet when. We have this down so well a couple of times things just organize themselves. Robot mode m8.
I take the bus there and a cab home because I drink so much
>Still living with parents
>Unemployed and not being payed for research
>Torture myself everyday with better times, when I was 20 years old and worked as a financial salesman.
It's so reptitive. I knew getting into it but it's been wearing as of late.
I have a lot of aspies at mine that just sit there all fucking day. I make about 12% of my income from them and groups lile theirs so I don't want to remove them but it's trying. When the Magic people come around it's a fucking god send and pushes them out for the night.
Also have been leaving the wife to run shop so I can go pick product up from the distributor who doesn't deliver to my part. I will take an extra 4 or 5 hours while doing this. She knows I need the break though.
I have no employees and run 10 to 10.
Well, Mr. NPC, it's time for you to organize quests. You have your 'tavern', you have your backstory, now go and make your quests to give to random people. It might be simple stuff, like, say, you're picking up something from your aforementioned distributor - make it a quest. Hire some of those neckbeards for 'escort duty'. Ham it up, be the magic item merchant in distress, have your helpers be your party members.
Essentially LARP but without the convoluted plot or throwing beanbags around, just talk to your 'party' and get in touch with them. For starters, maybe during a non-essential or non-important supply run, get one or two guys you know are good, and take them with you. Get two more you trust with the standing-behind-the-counter duty.
Spice up your life, and be a /tg/ NPC, not a /v/ NPC.
> The rouge/thief/ninja causes clean ups all around while sneaking around with stolen items
>Mage makes makeshift flame throwers
>DPS beats up workers in the back
>Finally have to face the manager
>At the end they just pack up and go somewhere else
>be security guard for several buildings
>several building belong too large pharmaceutical company
>lots of wierd shit happens on 3rd
>just ask anyone who works it
>hey boss-anon, where do these big metal doors go to?
>I don't know anon, never seen them open before. I think they used to recieve shipments through them.
>pass beside 3 barrels that say "lead" on the side, with a radioactive symbol on top
>wh-what are those boss?
>Oh, those. Look kid, don't mention them to anyone, if they have to pay us hazard pay, we're out of a job
>but what is tha-
>I don't know what you're talking about
>pass through several buildings, no incident
>And here's Hall 4, anon. We don't go in there. Just make sure the doors are locked.
>But why aren't we allowed inside?
>I'm not given those details, anon. Most likely because of some copyright/hazard detail. Anyways anon, I'd advise you not to ask too many questions around here.
>stifle another why
>I shut the fuck up, I need this job.
>3 years later
Just some general shit that's happened.
>A fire started in a literal empty room. Still no explanation for that.
>Had to put the entire facility on lockdown one night, liking every window and door on every building at once.
Never told why, but after that, mouse traps were placed literally everywhere. And not the friendly snap traps. These things would trigger, the door would snap shut, and the trap would just click a bunch of times.
>That big metal door had a dent in it. Though it was high enough that only a fork truck could do it.
Checked the security tapes for that, which revealed several missing hours. While on the logbook is says "Lockdown"
The worst incident.
>be walking past Hall 4, around four AM
>what the fuck is that sound?
>A fucking monkey, a LITERAL chimp throws the doors open of Hall 4.
>the thing is fucking shaved.
>see those things they put on patients hen they take an EKG on them.
>lock eyes with the thing
>it starts toward me, and Playbacks of when animals attack flash through my head
>turn tail and fucking book it.
>hear the thing screech something at me.
>make it past the lockdown gate and shut it behind me, clicking the lock.
>"Hey anon, we're gonna need a lockdown on zone 4. Don't go near there until we give the all-clear, okay?"
That night was fucking tense.
What kind of Character am I?
>Friend from childhood goes on adventures all the time
>Every time I see him he tells me about a new adventure he goes on
>I'm stuck in our home town working 9-5 in temp jobs
>when I'm not working I'm just a neet
>Occasionally I'll meet others who seem like PCs
I feel like I'm in the fucking Shire but instead of comfy feels I have poverty and depression
...shows that you guys are just living in the wrong sorts of places...
>genuinely pleasant staff
>worth the slightly higher range rates...
speaking as the son of a Veterinary Technician turned Nurse (back and forth a couple of times), I enjoy hearing about the awful things that can happen to people(usually).
then get a job where you AREN'T an NPC or at the very least get a job where you're the NPC people need or like. my job is variable enough that I seldom do any specific thing often enough to get repetitive, I expedite processes because I fall within a paperwork loophole, I make stuff, I engrave all the permanent safety signage, I CUT THINGS WITH A FARKING LASER. nobody knows very much about me and the rumors of what I do in my off-time range from unlikely to the impossible to the absurd.
ROLL WITH IT, BECOME THE VARIABLE IN OTHER PEOPLES LIFE. THEY'LL ADAPT OR THEY THEMSELVES WILL BECOME THE NPCS IN YOUR OWN LIFE.
this is a wonderful way to meet a certain kind of person...the kind of person who could decipher your message might be just the right kind of person to meet to torn your life into a proper adventure...
GO JUMP OUT OF A PLANE(parachutes optional depending on your mood), OR SUCKER-PUNCH A BEAR (moose or other large predators represent suitable substitutes) DO SOMETHING! GO TO A MUNCH-LOAD OF BDSM ENTHUSIASTS AND CHAT UP A DOMINATRIX. START TRYING THINGS, DO IT FAGGOT
you could also be right. I've seen depression, it makes me sad to observe it.
if you're actually just depressed then I'd suggest you see a physician and/or psychatrist before taking my above advice.
I own a cheap suit; I keep it clean and care for it carefully and it has served me well when I've had occasion to use it...
Are there any books/stories about an NPC becoming a hero?
This thread is making me want that, we need some kind of hope that we won't die an npc.
I like the idea of the hero(es) dying due to their own hubris, and a random npc/group of misc npcs, taking up the hero's burden.
A farmer turner warrior, artist turned mage, priest turned paladin, seamstress turned assassin, that sort of thing.
>Trade it away.
The worst things in life happen to those who adventure. I've had the gun in my face, the being thrown out of a moving car and having to walk back to civilization, I've hung off the edge of a cliff in a jeep with two doctors who forgot about counterbalancing, I've been stabbed, I've fucked a lot of beautiful women who turned out to be white supremacists, occultists and really shitty people, I once punched a nun though to be fair she punched me first; I've gotten my payouts in life and I've gone through periods without enough food on my table. I've been asked to spy on people by unions I have only a tangent of a connection to, and a family friend who works for the State has brought me in to do odd jobs before because he likes me. Which got me sort of involved in my old middle school teacher's end of days when he was revealed to be a child porn mogul (I always hated him anyway) and his suicide in the forest. If only because I knew the details and the school board covered it up.
I've seen the one job I was trained for since my youth openly cut open to reveal the corruption within it; and when I opted to go become something else the man who was training me got indicted on human trafficking.
A complacent, peaceful, 9-to-5 job would be a lot better for my mind. I'm like a wild dog thriving off instability. I ought to be dead by now a dozen times over, but it never happens. When it happens I can only hope it's helping someone.
Protagonists drive the action forward, but the world loves its status quo. You don't want to live your life going against the grain by random happenstance.
I saw like 8 guys in full crusader garb pile out of a van and into a club once.
Pretty sure it was some kind of themed party but I never really found out. I wish my life was interesting.
cool, I worked in a pastry shop for about that long...
>dat early morning baked-goods smell...
better than Crack Cocaine... (for the first several months at least)
actually that sounds like you have access to some pretty bitchin equipment...
you ever make termite? Aqua Regia? play with Liquid Nitrogen or free Mercury? use a collection of Bunsen Burners to grill a steak?
finding fun shit to do and having evidence of that makes people treat you more like a PC than an NPC. nobody act the same after they come in to my work-room to see the Jacobs ladder crackling or the Vaan-der-graph or my supervisors Tesla coil(then the damn thing is working properly)
game warden in charge of invasive species control for your area?
my sibling is dating a guy who does that...
...do you remember the WalMart Apocalypse setting /tg/ made up some time ago?...
you're D-class personnel in someone's SCP game...
possibly analogous to a city guard NPC.
now, if you were to OPEN the doors you've been told to not open, then you might be a PC...
...WTF job do you actually do man?
sounds pretty intense...
>A complacent, peaceful, 9-to-5 job would be a lot better for my mind.
it'll strain on you before too long, get a little more variability for best results.
join the SCA then?
or ARMA, or some other thing?
I dunno man. I've seen some shit as well. I survived, albeit in pretty terrible shape. You'll get out eventually.
And having made it through all that, you can appreciate the quiet little town in the ass end of nowhere, the 9-5 job, the peaceful dream, all the more.
Good point, i should rewatch it.
I swear i encountered a webcomic which was about an npc getting shit done.
There was also a /tg/ greentext about a baker's daughter with red hair, who's in love with a pc, does snyone have that?
Jesus Christ, calm the fuck down. Lay off the caps lock and the ellipses. It's not healthy.
I've had a boring ass life and I'm pretty okay with that. The closest things in my life to excitement where born of my own willful laziness. But every once in a while, you read something like this and go "I wonder just how much I'm missing."
I still don't think I'd trade my life for yours but I think I could listen to stories on this shit for days.
The main way I can think of would be to have some life-altering event, which unfortunately usually means life-threatening as well. Probably an on-the-job accident, but your odds aren't too great. Rough estimates:
>40% chance of death
>40% chance you just get disfigured or permanent disability
>10% chance non-permanent, non-life-changing injury
>5% chance you become a hero
>5% chance you become a villain (either you get mutated or something, or you've seen too much but instead of offing you you get admitted to the inner circle)
Stay safe, but if you don't then I hope you survive to become the hero. It ain't easy being a minion.
Other than that there's a chance some secret government task force or other group of PCs will one day raid the facilities, they'll probably take you alive and might offer you a position among their ranks. Pay will probably be slightly better but not great, but you'll be a PC.
You could do like >>45008316 suggests and go where you were told not to, but statistically you'd be in the same boat as just waiting for something to happen (estimated odds listed above)
I think we need ideas to help increase your chances of heroism when and if the time comes. Any suggestions anons?
To me be sounds like a sympathetic NPC working under the BBEG looking for redemption. I'd wager any attempted heroics are sure to end in noble self sacrifice.
To me, I'd say his best chance at survival is keep working, wait for the PCs to show up, then play the "man, I just work here" card. Comic relief has a much higher survival rate.
happy birthday anon, maybe you are not feeling well, but life can change
I once did an honest writeup of myself as Gurps character and realized I had so many disadvantages I didn't really qualify under the normal limitations for such things to be a PC.
You'd have to tack on some ridiculous advantage like luck or Destiny or whatever or several to actually make my disadvantages not be too large in proportion to my points value.
And I'd still suck eggs in a fight, I'd just be hard to put permanently kill or whatever.
Embrace possiblity of deppresion. I'm still denying it, with less and less success.
The first step, and this is the easy part, is to go do some dumb, foolish, adventurous things. Opportunities for this are everywhere, so I'll leave that to your best judgement. Depending on the magnitude of what you accomplish here, this may take anywhere from several minutes to a few days. If you picked something really special, maybe as little as a few hours.
The second step, and this is the challenging bit, is survive all of the above. Try to remain mostly intact and mostly unimprisoned. If you mess up those a little, don't worry about it too much - disadvantages are time honored PC tradition. Just make sure it doesn't prevent you from repeating step one, because that's basically what qualifies you as a PC.
I know how you feel, anon.
It might sound hollow said like this, but have a happy birthday, okay ? Do something you think is fun, treat yourself to a nice restaurant.
Take care, okay anon ?
Sorry, friend, don't have one. Thanks, though, just trying to help you adjust to /tg/ culture. Here's some more help:
Did you know most /tg/ pursuits are heavily social, and require extensive face to face interaction? Furthermore, many /tg/ hobbies are quite expensive, requiring extensive investment in overpriced plastic army men or cardboard! This often necessitates a source of income more robust than autism bucks, meaning many fa/tg/uys are employed.
Anyways, that's a brief primer on /tg/. I hope this was helpful for you. Have a nice day!
Its funny how people like us always dodge death by the skin of our teeth. I've always wanted to do work on the good side of the law. Shit I'd be happy with anything in the grey area, but fuck dude, when all the cards have been dealt, the fat lady sings, and the full picture comes into focus I always end up standing somewhere in the black area of legality and morality.
>some guy on the bus spent an hour asking me questions like what year is it, what's the current political climate, any odd jobs to do in the area, and important landmarks, etc etc
Become the best at fighting, shooting, and other discreet activities in an urban area that has a few organizations, make a name for yourself, and soon enough the sort of "offers" you can't refuse will come to you. BE WARNED: THERE'S NO WAY OUT AFTER THAT POINT EVER
>work for the Government
>computers all day
>catch bad guys
>climb mountains at weekends and lift heavy
I can SCUBA dive, qualified life guard, I can fence, I've done martial arts, acted and debated to a good standard, am a pretty great leader and can shoot a rifle decently.
Eh. I guess I could be some kinda PC. Maybe more of the NPC sidekick. Not sure what the system would be though.
>23 year old nurse here working in ITU.
>Housemate works in an office going mundane paperwork.
>How was your day?
>Can't tell him about the 22 girl who almost died when her airway closed up or the 45 year old lady who's just lost her transplanted kidney. Or the 70 year old who has been in hospital since July and is now completely mute following two strokes. How can he understand those things?
>"Fine, I guess ".
Pictures of abandoned buildings, parks and nature trails. Highlight locations.
Leave odd but otherwise mundane items hidden at those locations, along with coded messages, and reminders for prompt payment.
The occasional warning not to cross you again.
I've got enough drawbacks and dump stats. I've gotta be a PC with all of them. No GM would build an NPC with so many illnesses; a min-maxing player is a different story. Got benign cancer, Gerd so bad I had my stomach wrapped around itself, 3 hernias, petite mal seizures, heart problems and delayed sleep syndrome. I'm 19. In exchange I'm cute, and can learn things really fast. I'm gonna grow up and be a PC some day, I swear.
>but it's also very treatable
Taking drugs that make you feel happy is a poor treatment that tends to fail in the long run. Talking to a therapist has not been shown to be effective in clinical studies.
>Taking drugs that make you feel happy is a poor treatment that tends to fail in the long run. Talking to a therapist has not been shown to be effective in clinical studies.
That's not how treatment for depression works, though lots of people tend to think so because of outdated memes.
Maybe you should try not being a retard and learning about things before you expound on them?
That way people might not think you are a dumbass that always shoots off about things you don't know anything about.
>Thinks antidepressants make you happy
Oh wow, you are like.. vintage misinformed.
I bet you think that they are Evil Happy Pills that turn everyone into Stepford Wives with no creativity.
Antidepressants don't make people happy. They make people able to feel at all.
>What treatment for depression do you have that's neither medicine nor therapy?
Exersize. Meditation. Diet. Increased sunlight. Working with trained animals. Art. Group activites.
Granted, most of those could be described as therapy, but I'm 99% sure by therapy you just mean laying on a leather couch talking to someone about your mother because you apparently haven't learned anything after 1992.
If you have to be some kind of NPC, why not become a Random Encounter?
I'm an NRM major who prefers to spend more time in the woods than with people, I like to practice with a bow, have a secretarial position at my church, enjoy reading A Sand County Almanac, an Eagle Scout (who actually did his project without parental help), have a grandfather who was an Oglala medicine man (who passed down some artifacts to my mom and I), both parents were military (though mom was the only one who saw action in Kurdistan, GitMo, Honduras (dont ask), and was a police officer before military) and have toured through Europe on a singing trip, which I was able to waive the audition requirement due to being my Choir Director's recommended choice. I also enjoy learning and researching basically everything I can get my hands on that isn't technology related. I also have a diamon-willow staff I shaved down myself. I also have a birthmark shaped like Australia.
I have flat feet, near-sighted as balls, can't see the color purple, slightly insomniac, literally diagnosed assburger (though thankfully much more functional than many if the freaks and wierdos I've met at the support groups), am prone to seasonal eczema outbreaks (easily removed with sulfide based shampoos) and I have a dent in my sternum that can be visibly seen on my chest.
A-am I a munchkin?
>lifes a bit odd
>depression makes me a robot but i walk and talk well enough to pass for a normal albeit occasionally odd human
>things i can't get in to for legal reasons mean i only work to bleed time not actual living expenses
>morning i deliver papers on a shitty paper route
>i hand people their paper and i'm gone
>i'm a ten second blip in ther day to day that they'll forget
>only one that acknowledges having met me before is a senile old man who thinks i'm driving around robbing houses
>rest of day is usually just riding metro transit cause interesting shit happens
>notable highlight was during ebola scare where i ended up spending 3 days in quarantine after i got blood vomited on by a hobo during a robbery at knife point
>if i'm not riding aimlessly around in buses and trains i'm walking around downtown cause shit happens there too
>make sure to catch the 9pm bus out so i can make it back home in time to decide if i feel like sleeping or stay up tinkering in my garage before delivering papers
>saturdays are pathfinder and bar night
I feel NPC but everyone tells me my life's so much more exciting than theirs so i guess that makes me PC?
But I hate munchkining in games. And I also hate people who go out of thier way to do it IRL. I don't want to be a superstar, that's not me. I am not superior to anyone, I am a fallible human being who's opinion is often only as valid as the next guy's. Why did I have to be this wierdo, yet unable to accept nor deny it because either way is pointless?
And why is it I hate Pathfinder, yet know how to play it the most, enjoy the generals, and enjoy Casters and stuff like the Arcanist and Magaambyan Arcanist even though Inhate them on principal for being OP bullcrap.
Why can't my player just build me like a normal PC? And what bloody class am I anyway?
And why am I posting all of this even though I know its a pointless pity party in hindsight and makes me look like a huge whiny faggot?
The answer is probably something along the lines of "Ur a faggot" and Autism
>prefers to spend more time in the woods than with people
>I also have a diamon-willow staff I shaved down myself
Clearly you're destined to build yourself a small cabin at a river crossing, and challenge anyone who wishes to pass to a quarterstaff fight like a modern day John Little
>like a modern day John Little
ButbIm only a 5'9" manlet, and almost all the men in my extended family are taller than me.
Who would I tower over and challenge? Japs? I've too many exchange-sisters over there so I'd rather not bother them.
And besides, its Alaskan diamond Willow, and its a crooked and knobby thing that would be more of a cudgel than a quarterstaff
At least you're a hit on St Patrick's Day!
May have an Irish name, but the brown hair, hazel eyes, and Souix nose kind of ruin it.
Though I do have mutton chops, so perhaps with some hair dye, and copious amounts of cabbage, I could pull it off.
Except it will immediately fall apart on St. Patrick's Day, since I'm a teatotaler but minus the tea.
I guess I'll just stick to being a somewhat convincing John Lennon impersonator
>tfw used to be adventurer with pals growing up
>out camping friend gets attacked by cougar
>wind up intervening and lead it away
>fight with it getting bit and clawed and slip off some rocks
>break my back on landing, never walk again
>friends quickly move on and abandon me to time
>live alone and rarely get visitors in my apartment
>sit alone now every day on this shithole website thinking whether I should end it all
NPC is suffering
That's basically what they did to me.
Load of bullshit and fuck-all it did for me. Kept calling me into the ambulatorium every few weeks, always upping the dose or switching from one antidepressant to another
Granted, they tried all the things >>45019299
mentioned but nothing really worked
I think you'll find quite a few skeptics of current psychiatric treatment to have suffered from that all-encompassing apathy themselves.
Not this one though because thinking the pills are supposed to make you happy is retarded, hell I'd have been satisfied if they could just let me feel even just sad again, but just sayin'.
A PC without a BBEG.
A cursed soul, that can never complete his task. Forced to wander the world, until his body finally collapses under old age.
And when you are in a hospital, dying of old age. You will realize that your entire life was useless, that being a NPC would have been better, then at least you would have a purpose, a goal, no matter how insignificant, no matter how small. You would achieved something.
But that is not your fate, your fate is to die alone and unfilled. Unable to reach your true ending, your true destiny.
Wow you guys at the least have some interesting stories.
All mine can be summed up as "Did it to spite another person", like learning to type the fastest to spite my supervisor, beat a guy for taking plates from a friend of mine and help out at the library.
Hell I'm the NPC for my siblings, my stepbrother's working on being part of the gun industry as a smith and my cousin is a computer whiz. the stepbrother and I don't see each other much and my cousin is bro tier. My sister's the better one and SHE decided to get hooked on freedom and being spoiled and ran away to another family cause she didn't want to clean her room.
The saddest part was, I was okay with being the older NPC bro. I made tea, did all the chores so she could have the most time. I got the punishments and she got off scot free. I even helped her take put her clothes before realizing that she's basically deciding to leave my family for purely petty reasons. Then again, I was the one to inform the incident to my folks. She didn't even give me a last goodbye. Still haven't even gotten one.
I'm not sure what to feel. Can you guys help me out on what NPC I am and what I should do? I feel like a service drone glitching at inopportune times, with masters who are tired of quirks whose underlying causes they cannot understand.
Anon please tell me you have a sly tongue, you might need it to convince the murderhobos to leave you alone.
Hell I got a quest
Give anon decoractions to help manage the castle, gain +X favor with groundskeeper
>totally cool with going by the grain
>no ambitions to speak of
>again, totally cool with that
>still cant find a job that i can settle into comfortable mediocrity with
Godamnit. ive been searching way too long now
You'll never find one. Its an either you get it or you don't type deal. Just find one you can accept doing without contemplating suicide too often and use your freetime to combat the unsatisfaction.
Don't worry, anon. I like to think I'm an "Interesting NPC" too. Is bretty fun to be honest (to be honest).
>Get my visa for US /fit/izenship
>Look pretty good in black polo shirts
>Wear black khakis and carry around a black duffel bag with me everywhere
This is where it starts to get super autistic
>No job or gf. Just 4 early-morning classes at local comm. coll.
>Spend remainder of the day walking around with some major confidence
>It's hard to explain, but people who walk confidently move a certain way that makes them stand out as important or dangerous
>Roll your shoulders, land with your heel and lay down the rest of your foot slowly. Back straight. You don't have to walk very fast either. In fact, it looks better if you take it slow. Like you're too much of a bad ass to be afraid of muggers or gangbangers.
>Bonus edgy-points if I'm walking at night
>And I'm always carrying that black duffel bag, like it's filled with sensitive stuff, or wads and wads of money.
>It's actually just a bunch of dirty gym clothes, and a stick I carry around in case things get dicey
>...Things almost NEVER get dicey
Sometimes I like to mix it up a little and drive around in my mom's nice looking car.
>Drive around and find a vehicle to follow
>Usually follow them to the store or something, unless they're going home. Then I'll find a new car to follow.
>When they get out of the car, I get out as well and tail them.
>I'll look over my shoulder every now and then casually, like I'm juuuuust stretching my neck, nothing to worry about.
>Usually wait in aisles for the person to pass me.
>One of my favorite things to do is to just wait in the parking lot with the radio on, tapping my finger to blues or old-school rock.
>When some random person exits the store, my demeanor immediately changes and I perk up and dial down the volume.
>I almost always make sure to adjust my rearview mirror so I can see them better, like Private Eyes do in the movies.
>Sometimes I like to mix it up a little and drive around in my mom's nice looking car.
>>Drive around and find a vehicle to follow
>>Usually follow them to the store or something, unless they're going home. Then I'll find a new car to follow.
>>When they get out of the car, I get out as well and tail them.
>>I'll look over my shoulder every now and then casually, like I'm juuuuust stretching my neck, nothing to worry about.
>>Usually wait in aisles for the person to pass me.
>>One of my favorite things to do is to just wait in the parking lot with the radio on, tapping my finger to blues or old-school rock.
>>When some random person exits the store, my demeanor immediately changes and I perk up and dial down the volume.
>>I almost always make sure to adjust my rearview mirror so I can see them better, like Private Eyes do in the movies.
Yeah, stop doing this, you're a fucking wierdo.
>in the same boat
>finally find job
>less than half a year later wonder why I am at this job
>What do I care about this shit mediocre job?
>searching for new job now
I don't know what's wrong. I just want to settle but I can't?
It's actually more of a harmless hobby then anything. And I obviously would stop if someone told me to cut it out. I just like to think I'm making people's imaginations run wild. Like, "Oh, hey, it's black-polo anon. He sure is a mysterious fellow. I wonder where he's headed off to now? Probably to go and broker a drug deal with the Chinese. Or maybe he's out to kill some deadly assassins."
It's a nice escape from my usual life, you know? I mean, there are people that dress up in military gear and shoot each other with little balls of plastic, and there's nothing wrong with that.
Also, I just recount a few more things I do, because it's a legitimately fun hobby (It's like people watching and stage acting, all-in-one).
>Do that whole thing where I wait in the parking lot for some random guy to get out of the store
>Perk up and and become really attentive when I catch sight of my "mark"
>Eyes like a hawk
>Adjust the rearview mirror to follow him as he walks behind my vehicle
>Hold up my finger and tap the air like a conductor as he starts his engine
>RIGHT as his vehicle even TOUCHES the road outside of the parking lot, I snap my fingers and mouth something like "Show time", or "Here we go".
>My personal favorite is "And we're on".
>I then start my engine and quickly follow him to make sure I don't lose his trail
>I usually just follow them around and see what there lives are like and stuff
There's foremen, and pastors, and cat ladies, and all sorts of mundane, mildly interesting folk.
One of them might have a swimming pool in the yard. Sometimes they'll have kids, or sometimes they'll BE the kid, probably on his way home after school or something.
I also like to hold up my phone in public and say stuff like "I thought we agreed on more money" or "Sal is on the move again."
Sometimes I'll just have "normal" conversations with myself, to show the public that even mysterious, shady, secret-agent type people lead mundane lives.
The thing with the military gear and the airsoft guns is that everyone knows that no one is actually a soldier, and it's all just a game they play for fun.
These people you're randomly tailing and trying to spook a little? They don't know who you are. And if they're particularly wound up, they'll probably call the police on you instead of going up to the scary polo man and asking if he's currently attempting to follow him, and if he would kindly desist.
No anon, what you're doing is a form of mental escapism for you, and that part's fine, but you're literally stalking people and intentionally getting a rise out of them. If any of these people notice you and worry that something might happen to them, guess what? You've comitted assault.
Please don't think that I dislike you because you're wierd. Wierd people make the world more interesting. What you do, however, passes that boundary. If you genuinely feel the need to do this stuff, you need to talk to a professional. And I'm saying this 100% wholeheartedly, not in the 4chan "omg you autist" way. You may legitimately have a personality disorder.
>there are people that dress up in military gear and shoot each other with little balls of plastic, and there's nothing wrong with that.
Yes, and those people shooting and being shot have consented to that recreational activity. Your "marks" (victims) have not.
>Oh, hey, it's black-polo anon. He sure is a fucking creep. I wonder how many children he's abducted today? Probably off to torture rabbits now. Or maybe he's going to masturbate to a picture of his mother"
Oh, wow, that's... Wow, that's shitty. But maybe you can use your experience to do something, like write a book? Speaking of cripples, let me tell you about this guy I know, Cato Zhal Pedersen. He was crippled by a lightning strike in 1973, and lost one and a half arm, along with several 3rd degree burns all over his body. He pushed himself and has won 13 gold medals and 1 silver in four different Paralympics. He's still alive. He has also climbed mountains and gone trekking with dogs, written books and even made a rehabilitation center in Norway.
What I'm trying to say is, Don't ever give up. Even if it's just getting out the front door, do it. Get out there. You are only as stuck as you think you are. I have two legs to walk on. You have two wheels to drive on. A rolling stone doesn't grow moss. Just take a roll outside.
To be fair, when I'm playing "Mysterious NPC", I try my very best not to get caught.
I'm supposed to be sort of a...you know, like an Easter-egg character or something. Like, one of those guys you see on videogame forums where it's all like, "Hey, did you see that one NPC that dresses up like an agent or something?" and some people would say "yes", and some people would say "no", but the majority of the people would say "Holy shit, there's an actual NPC in the game like that? That's pretty cool." And I think the idea of being that "mysterious" NPC that gets his own little fanbase kind of inspires me.
Think the G-Man from Half-Life or something.
I mean, it's a much better use of my time than just browsing le 4chins all day, or masturbating to Chinese cartoons or whatever.
No one gets creeped out, and I partially like to think it's because I play my role really well, so I don't get "caught".
Like I said, I'm one of those "Behind the scene" NPCs when I'm in my gay little persona.
I'm always in the background of the shot, but I never really let the "main character" (my marks) get a good sight of me.
If you're watching a movie, and if you're particularly observant, I'm the guy sitting at the coffee table, or idling in his car, in almost every shot, right behind the Main Character as they stop for a quick bite, or get coffee with their friends.
It's very rare that I think people stop to notice me. Or if they do, they don't show it.
Pic related: If the main character is the red, then I'm the shady onlooker in pink. The one that stand there at the till, drinking by himself, but always keeping one eye on his mark at all times.
It's a fun character to play.
But sir, that is CREEPY. You are being creepy. If they do notice you, which at some point they probably will no matter how careful you are, they will be creeped out. And you are doing this to random people, again - people who have no idea who you are, what you want, or that all of this is just an idle hobby of yours. And what if someone else notices you being creepy and following people around town, huh? What if you get called as a suspect for a murder because you've been acting so suspicious?
It's like saying "I'm not scary, because if no one sees me, no one will get scared."
>I think the idea of being that "mysterious" NPC that gets his own little fanbase kind of inspires me.
>I just like to think I'm making people's imaginations run wild. Like, "Oh, hey, it's black-polo anon. He sure is a mysterious fellow. I wonder where he's headed off to now? Probably to go and broker a drug deal with the Chinese. Or maybe he's out to kill some deadly assassins."
>to show the public that even mysterious, shady, secret-agent type people lead mundane lives.
>I also like to hold up my phone in public and say stuff like "I thought we agreed on more money" or "Sal is on the move again."
You're obviously not trying to be "behind the scenes" at all. You're actively stalking people, including CHILDREN, and making sure they, and others notice what you're doing.
>Or if they do, they don't show it.
Do you not think that this is more likely, considering you've admitted to trying to pull attention to yourself? These people are scared of you and trying not to be your next victim.
>There's foremen, and pastors, and cat ladies, and all sorts of mundane, mildly interesting folk.
>One of them might have a swimming pool in the yard.
You're following people and gathering information on them. How do you know someone's a cat lady unless you're sitting outside their house watcing through their windows? How do you know their profession, or the features of their house unless you're ACTUALLY FUCKING FOLLOWING CHILDREN AND ADULTS HOME FROM WORK AND SCHOOL.
Jesus. I hope for the sake of everyone around you that you're just pulling our leg, because the mental gymnastics you're employing to justify your stalking are disturbing.
Listen to me: creepy stalkers don't generally see themselves that way. They think they're "just playing a harmless game", just like you. You need to look at your own behavior as someone else would see it, not through the lens of self-justification. Please look up the fundamental attribution error, and then think about what you're doing.
Okay, I get what you guys are saying and everything, and I'll certainly take that into consideration next time, but what's more likely?
The fact that I'm just some dumb college kid trying to waste my time, and my boredom, or that I may, somehow, be some crazy stalker waiting to be the next Elliot Rogers?
I'm a happy guy. I'm healthy, I have a loving family and friends, I get good grades, etc. etc.
Maybe, just MAYBE, this is just one of those stories I'll tell my kids one day, like "Oh, hey, when I was in college, I used to dress up like a secret agent and drive around town all day."
But in all seriousness, I think you guys don't really understand how well off I am, mentally. So when you hear something kind of "eccentric" or "bizarre", instead of thinking, "oh, he's just a funny person", you immediately jump to "oh shit, it's Columbine incarnate!"
And, to be fair, that's understandable. But I just want to say, it's a far cry from what's actually going on.
Pic semi-related: One of the inspirations for my "shady" persona.
Someone better be screencapping this shit
OK, but you're breaking the law.
You'll get caught eventually if you keep going. All it takes is one guy calling the cops, and not necessarily a victim. This is not a movie nor a video game (or you'll get caught after the credits, tomorrow or in years), real life sucks.
You can end up with a tap on the wrist, with a heavy fine/jail time, and/or with a legal "psychopath" tag on you for the rest of your life. You don't want any of that. Even just the trial is long and a real pain to endure.
So, there we are. I suggest talking about that to a doctor, he might have better advices than anons on 4chan (and he'll know local laws.) Even just to make sure you have a witness that know you do not intend to torture-rape-murder your stalking victims.
>The fact that I'm just some dumb college kid trying to waste my time, and my boredom, or that I may, somehow, be some crazy stalker waiting to be the next Elliot Rogers?
>So when you hear something kind of "eccentric" or "bizarre", instead of thinking, "oh, he's just a funny person", you immediately jump to "oh shit, it's Columbine incarnate!"
Do these two statements not show you that there s a problem in your reasoning? You think that most people will just brush you off as a harmless kid fucking around, then immediately agree that that is exactly the opposite of what will happen and what is happening, right fucking now in this thread, before your eyes.
I suggest you take these anons >>45026116 >>45025655 advice and go and see a mental healthcare professional now, before this becomes a problem for one or more people.
But people won't think they. They don't know you. All they see is a guy in shady clothes acting shady. All anyone who's paying attention is going to see is you stalking kids to their homes. All their stalkers are going to see is someone following them. All the police are going to see is multiple reports in an area of a man fitting your exact description and the warrant out for your arrest for stalking. No matter which way you justify it your actions are not those of a mentally healthy person. You can sit here all day typing out paragraph after paragraph of how great your physical health is and how the rest of your days are normal but it won't change the fact you stalk people sadistically for fun.
>Implying the PC would sell sell a rotten door from a dungeon at the gas station in a modern setting
Shit, that thing would probably sell like hotcakes on the black market. I mean just imagine the kind of bio-weapons some faceless corporation could develop from an ancient rotten door's moulds, that's been sitting in some abandoned dungeon for god knows how long.
That's how the zombie apocalypse starts, and any good PC knows how to get in on that action, and it does not involve selling the door to the guy who sells bubblegum.
Welp, looks like stalker-chan has fucked off (or gotten arrested), so here's the creencap. I'm going to bed, update the image if he returns.
Touched up the colours.
Aside from that, good job Anon.
>mfw sending the updated colours stops me from posting "I love it when a plan comes together"
That's kind of a shame because I just came in and caught the tail end of that conversation. I was about to warn stalker-chan that one of these days he's going to pick out the wrong "random NPC" to stalk. Like an off duty cop or a plain clothes cop. Like me.
No, man. In that case, YOU'D be the "Main Character" and HE'D be the "Interesting NPC". Kind of like "Tr8-0r" from Starwars, or the G-Man from Half-life.
He's doing you guys a favor, in a sense. I mean, that's kind of a dramatic way to put it, but he's taking time out of his day to flesh out your story. He's making you the protagonist of the entire world.
It's pretty a pretty noble task, to be honest. And it even sounds like fun.
Also, I've been reading throughout the thread, but he doesn't actually "spook" people the way you think he does. He just kind of tails them, in a sense. It's a very un-invasive game.
In fact, I think the game is more about getting in character than it is "stalking and scaring people".
It's like when a method actor wants to get into a role, so he takes that role and builds upon his character with it.
He doesn't even do a whole lot of "mark" games (the ones where he tails people). The majority of his games seem to be just walking around places, like malls and red-light districts, and just trying to pass off as an agent, or a drug dealer or something.
I don't think you guys really "get" him, in that sense.
I fear for Stalkerman's soul now. What if he realizes he's already on some spy agency's list for the fall guy? What if the spy agency in question is a foreign spy agency, and Stalkerman McFallguy here gets black-bagged by CIA or whatever his own country's spy agency is, and gets tortured because he stalked the wrong guy at the wrong time? What if he's stalking some guy and suddenly that guy he's stalking drops dead from a sniper's bullet? What if Stalkerguy here is the lone witness? He's playing with fire, and do not know the concept of burning hands.
Everyone is being a total faggot about this.
The dude is harmless. I appreciate his act.
All these redditors are flipping a shit because someone is doing something a little bit outside the norm.
The only reason why I'm not saying samefagging is because it's not immediate reposting.
Anon this is literally stalking, an actual crime tnat would actually get this anon in a fuck ton of trouble with the law, assuming this is true and he's not pulling some elaborate ruse in an effort to gain some attention. Then again with how ridiculously honest Anons can be it's anyon's game.
>keep being told I'm brilliant, but I forget shit at the drop of a hat
>feel like I'm saying the same meaningless, rehearsed shit every conversation, turn into a sperg the second anyone goes deeper
>always make shit decisions and am in shit physical condition
>mediocre mental stats and dumped to all hell physical stats
>had a really interesting life up until a few years ago when my brother died, at which point everything fell apart
>can't even remember any stories about myself now, only remember other people's stories and whatever I played in a TTRPG
I'm either a munchkined PC who missed the plot hook, got dropped in favor of someone way cooler, or I'm doomed to be one of the most shoddily constructed NPCs in the setting.
>have an early start in life
>lower class, but intelligent and good at learning difficult concepts for other children
>not very well-liked, bullied, rarely acted against it except the occasional violent episode
>made better relationships with mentors, instructors and parents' friends than with other kids
>developed an interest in the occult early
>became fascinated and near-obsessed
>other pursuits waned and atrophied in the pursuit of finding some hinted to eldritch truth
>never found it
>trudged through the rest of school keeping up the pretend atmosphere of still searching
>but inside, knew it was all a story
>divination is psychology, cold reading and maniuplation
>rituals are exercises in maintaining traditions and making a show for people
>spells are no more than secret prayers whispered alone in order to convince yourself to be in the right mindset to accomplish your goals
>gave up piece by piece
>got a day job
>collected a small group of friends
>retreated into a fantasy world where the things i wasted my life searching for were real
>kept practicing, less in hopes of finding magical powers and more in hopes of using their tangible benefits to convince myself that there's more to life
>developed a complete sense of disgust for anyone who seems to be convinced the supernatural is real
>can't express that, though, because i know i was once like them and would be a hypocrite to chastise them
I'm a PC built for WoD:Mage or something similar, but was discarded after the group changed system and setting.
>WTF do you actually do man?
I'm a courier at the moment; though to be fair that's recent and mostly an end result of that bullshit I've been through.
I was supposed to be a cop. Or a lawyer. Probably going to try to be a recluse once this inevitably goes to a sideways. And I have no doubts. When I was younger I worked at a pharmacy and someone stole a drug van and I had to file police reports because I sold the guy a pack of Newports and a Snickers. Got on the boss's shitlist for that.
Actually just have a bad history with vans. Got stalked by a white windowless van for about 20 minutes circling the same block at 3 AM; about a day before I tried law school.
Getting out is one thing but it's more of an issue of who I am when I'm out. I've been relegated to "the guy with the stories" by most of my old friends, and as of late most of my associates I'd help professionally ended up being in part of the drug trade. Which didn't exactly make me a happy camper.
Especially when we got pulled over by highway patrol once and I wasn't told that they'd put a highly illegal amount of edibles in my tote bag with my passport in it.
I've been told to become licensed as a private investigator just for the sake of having it. More people have told me to try and do the cop stuff again, but shit's too militant now.
Always find myself in the blacker morality, because at the end of the day I can take a lotta bullshit but when I get that fire in me I don't want to hurt others; I want them to never know happiness. Takes a long time to get there, but it is a special kind of hate that makes me feel poisoned.
Always fun. You work back during the shut down? I did an internship back then with my family friend who would be arrested if he didn't show up, despite not being paid. Some Russians hacked their system the first day I was there, helluva fun day.
Exercise. Cardio is good, gets the brain working right. Pop on an audiobook.
You're being an alarmist, friend.
It's so minor, so random, and so benign, that I doubt anyone will ever think anything more than "odd".
You need to chill and put yourself in the shoes of the person being followed.
You are supremely fortunate you've never done this to someone who actual knows their tradecraft. They'd either slip you or be so insulted they would tune you up for being such an insult to the profession. All black clothing? Really?
I guess all of /tg/ needs to hear this: stop fucking wearing all black. It is not "stylish." You do not "pull it off." You shouldn't even own a black suit unless you spend a lot of time going to funerals (which you do not).
Wear colors. Seriously fucking wear colors. Black is the color of your shoes and belt and nothing else. NOTHING ELSE. Try khakis. Fucking try them. I swear they're comfortable and nobody gets suspicious of the dude in khakis. Polo shirts are fine. AVOID BLACK POLO SHIRTS AS THEY DO NOT GO WITH ANYTHING. White and pale blue are optimal polo shirt colors. Do not be afraid of pink and yellow. They're good colors. Women find you more approachable in pink and yellow. Men find you less threatening in pink and yellow. On the whole, pink and yellow are a win. Take your black shirts and burn them. Right now. You can't pull them off. You just don't have it. You can keep the black slacks, but pair it with a lighter pastel color shirt. Shave every once and a while, at least up to your jaw line. You can't pull off the wizard beard. You don't have it in you.
You know who I'm talking to, /tg/.
Just do it.
That is something that I am implying, yes.
There is nothing wrong with sweatpants in appropriate settings. There is nothing wrong with hoodies in appropriate settings. There is nothing wrong with fingerl -- okay, generally I don't see the point.
But not black. Never black. Just don't do it.
>Spent bulk of last 10+ years actively seeking opportunities based on what I thought would make best stories
>See attractive blonde
>Ask her out
>Start telling amusing stories
>Finish up great one
>She responds, looking kind of sad, "I burnt some toast once."
>I run into this a lot
I grew up listening to the stories about the adventures my father and his father before him had. When I was younger, all I wanted was to have stories to tell when I was old too... and now I do, but I feel like Bilbo after his grand adventure. I slayed a fucking dragon and now that I'm home who the hell am I supposed to tell about it?
>You need to chill and put yourself in the shoes of the person being followed.
You've never had to field a call from a terrified friend or family member because a weird car's been following them for miles and they're scared, I take it.
>A farmer turner warrior, artist turned mage, priest turned paladin, seamstress turned assassin, that sort of thing.
Reminds me of DCCRPG. Or that story on /tg/ with the village being overrun by rats.
Just keep your eyes peeled for any adventuring groups passing through and tag along with them if you can. You'll lose the job, but if they're good adventurers that'll probably happen anyway.
Also, take care of your appearance and try not to wear the same color as everyone else.
It's like all of humanity has conditioned themselves with a burning desire to be a walking archive of history.
The need to find, and tell, the best stories are as symptomatic as the need to screw, or drink, or eat, and hunt.
Some sort of primal urge to be able to stand up in front of your tribe and blow them out of the water during show-and-tell.
I LOVE stories. I've been running this little theory through my head every now and then, but I think stories make humanity run. Stories are the reason anyone decides to traverse Louisiana, or take a ship to China. And that's not even an original though.
Literally millions of people, like you and me, are obsessed with humanity's ability to capture the minds and hearts of every single campfire wanderer for the past 500,000 years.
I've compiled a pretty penny's worth of stories and anecdotes by now. Some, my own, some, like you said, my mother's and father's, and etc. etc.
Telling stories is more than just something you do with your friends at the bar. It's what makes us human.
That's the usual response to that image. That and "this guy looks like he would be fun as fuck to game with".
>He doesn't even do a whole lot of "mark" games (the ones where he tails people). The majority of his games seem to be just walking around places, like malls and red-light districts, and just trying to pass off as an agent, or a drug dealer or something.
Wait, really? Well gosh, what a misunderstanding.
Please, tell us more about yo -- I mean, about THAT OTHER GUY (who is NOT YOU)'s habits.
>I slayed a fucking dragon and now that I'm home who the hell am I supposed to tell about it?
not that it was Bilbo did that, mind.
And if you really want to be like Bilbo, you should write a book. It's what he did.
Does anyone else freaking love the idea of being labelled an NPC?
Like, it's so fresh to just admit, for once, that there's something bigger out there that you'll never quite be able to control, and that helplessness is exciting, because it means you're actually fighting something worth fighting now.
And I don't mean that in some sort of edgy "I've never met a worthy opponent" kind of way.
I mean, it's just so nice to be able to say "You know what? I'm an NPC, and that's my role in life. But it does not define who I am. I can be any NPC I want to be."
It's a daily challenge to want to be the best damn NPC you can be.
>Become a crook and a gangster, become the best fucking "badguy" you can be.
>Become a cop, or a soldier. Be the best damn "redshirt" the universe will ever know.
>Work a hospital and stitch up boo boos. Be that one NPC that takes care of all the wounded PC's. Become a fan favorite and get your own little fandom.
>Work at a shitty retail store for the rest of your life and never amount to anything.
>Never go outside to see the vibrant world for what it is, and never be able to meet the PC's, and the other NPC's of this world to have interesting, quote-inducing conversations with them.
Be an NPC, anons. But be the best damn NPC's you can possibly be.
I kind of agree. At the very least, it's a much more fun outlook on things than "woe is me, I'm a pre-coded NPC," because real life is so much more complicated than any game could possibly be.
And, considering that all of us actually ARE kind of controlled on some level (depending on how you feel about free will, I guess), you have to really ask yourself how much of an NPC you are in the first place. Like, hell, even really famous people can be NPCs, like kings or whatever, so doesn't that potentially make EVERYBODY an NPC?
My friend and I actually used to have this joke, where we'd point people out in a crowd and say "He's definitely the main character".
Sometimes our other friends would pop in to ask "the main character of what?" And our usual response was simply "the world".
I think everyone is entitled to be an NPC, and it's everyone's right to choose the way their NPC is written.
You and I both, anon. You and I and the rest of the world; we have a duty to be there when the PC needs us.
When the PC loses his will to go out and adventure, we have to be the catalyst to his epic journey.
When the PC is sitting at home, masturbating to pictures of anime girls, it's our job to rob him, or key his car, or cut him off in traffic, so that he'll have motivation to be the hero the world needs him to be.
Man, I just want to say, all of this excites me beyond reason. Us NPC's have to stick together.
Which reminds me. Has anyone seen any mudcrabs lately? Nasty little creatures.
Not my story to tell. Short version, a woman was followed by an unknown stranger and was terrified because she didn't know who he was or what he wanted, so she had to assume the worst. Same could happen for anyone that stalker-anon follows, especially people with kids.
You're either a Guide NPC, or you're a legendary NPC.
So put into perspective, you're pretty much Chris Kyle from American Sniper (when he was still alive), in the sense that you're a legend, and something of a role model for people to look up to, but the REAL Play Character would probably be your little brother in the Marines, or your friend who comes to visit your funeral to mourn and talk with the rest of his SEAL buddies about how great you were.
Working retail I pretty frequently get the people coming through who think they know the retail game and give me an automated "I'm just looking" even when my greeting or question wasn't "how can I help you" or "what are you looking for." They're basically hitting triangle, or B to skip my dialogue.
I mean, it's just minor stuff that no one really gives that much thought about.
Like, you'll be walking by a bus stop at night, and a pack of young punks will call you out and say stuff like "Hey, man. You know what time it is?" If you just keep walking, no one will bother you.
Also, I think I've gotten to the point where I'm too fearless and proud for a single mugger to try and pick on me. They only ever interact with me if they're in groups, and even then, it's still just harmless bantering like "Hey, what you got there in that bag?"
NPC-on-NPC interaction is always interesting to watch. It's like how the animals will hunt each other in Farcry or something.
You are not good at this playing of pretend.
Calling everyone a redditor doesn't make you right, by the way, especially when your lack of self-awareness is more reddity than anything else.
>it is a special kind of hate that makes me feel poisoned.
That's normal hate.
>I've been told to become licensed as a private investigator just for the sake of having it.
It does sound like a useful thing that you could leverage if you needed to, and your post before sounded like something out of a Dresden Files novel so I reckon you could at least assume the right mien.
Black pants are just fine, as long as they're not all you wear. Shirts that include black as part of the pattern aren't terrible once in a while. Light colors are generally better but it also depends on the weather.
I'm trying not to come off as confrontational or angry right now (because I'm not), but I feel like this case is being woefully misrepresented.
Like I said, it's just a case of "boy does dumb stuff because he's bored". There are millions, maybe even BILLIONS of people who do stuff like this all the time.
In fact, I'm willing to bet your very own great grandfather probably walked around town acting like someone he wasn't, just because he had nothing better to do.
Everyone likes to play pretend, anon. I'm going to grow out of it one day and look back and think "wow, that was kind of weird of me". But other than that, that's about all that's going to happen.
Bilbo had wanted to go home the whole time he was adventurering. You enjoyed your adventuring, right? Maybe try to find some like-minded people, or people who've done similar things.
If I had been that blonde (which would be weird since I'm a guy, but that's beside the point) I wouldn't have tried bringing up my own stories. Yours would have been interesting enough. I would've tried to make an impression of being a generally good person with a nice wit and personality. A relationship should be for building its own stories in a way.
I've been lurking throughout this thread of conversation, and I have to say it's pretty fucking impressive how you keep managing to lie to yourself.
Thank you for your presence in this thread. As someone with an interest in psychology, getting a glimpse into the world of the delusional was very entertaining.
Damn, man. You're literally a mook for an Umbrella Corp style pharmacy.
OR, you're the security guard that the PC stumbles upon as they're running through the building at night.
You might die, dude...
You're the NPC with a strange fandom who insists you should get your own spin-off campaign, and they like to write a lot of unnecessary fanfic concerning you and your friend's "private" life.
I think your fans just kind of relate to you or something. You're more easy to understand then the big old hero.
I never felt like an NPC, but I do feel like the straight man in a TV show while all my coworkers do crazy insane shit.
Unfortunately during my character arc in the show I have gradually became as horrible as my coworkers, when it comes to general lack of fucks given, becoming wretchedly corrupt, and untimely fuck ups.
Not quite, the end of the TV show was the owner dieing and his fuck up son laying off everyone so he could sell nearly everything.
I wasn't even mad, me and my ex-coworkers all just miss the job and being given free reign to do damn near anything we wanted.
Although I'm kinda glad that i was let go cause man my morals took a beating at that job.
Its time to be the best god damn diplomancer PC then and bring her back. If only for one last goodbye. Do whatever it takes for her to make her meet face to face with the rest of the family and say goodbye right and proper.
THAT SHALL BE YOUR QUEST SHOULD YOU ACCEPT IT. DARE YOU?
You have to go out of your way to reunite your sister with your family. This ultimately means that you will die in her arms, starting her long and heroic journey and growth back to the rest of the family, but it will be a sacrifice well worth learning perspective when it comes to cleaning rooms.
>spend teen years and part of twenties obsessed with martial arts, enjoy working as a cook, do a little bit of international travel
>give it up to go to college and become an office drone
Not leading character material, but I was at least fun supporting character material for awhile.
You're either gonna get killed or wake up one day tied up and gagged in a supply closet with your uniform missing, depending on if the protagonist is sneeki-breeki or a murderhobo.
>I know it well
>Graduated high school in a small town with less than 50 people in the class
>even before high school I'd already done a couple years of military school and been a scout hiking all over the country.
>after graduation, everyone either goes to college, army, or gets stuck working there at a dead end job.
>decide to go into the music industry for 4 years doing stagework and travelling.
>whenever I come home, I feel like a random encounter. Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy when I tell stories from shows I worked
>one day get tired of it, decide I want to work outside since I haven't really been /out/ much since highschool
>start doing conservation work using chainsaws and doing other stuff like wilderness firefighting traveling across the country
>usually the only Kentuckian many of my co workers have ever met, and apparently come across 100% crazy.
>Friends are just graduating college as I'm already started on a second career.
>Don't even know how to relate sometimes, they're always wondering what it must be like to live the crazy life I've had and I'm wondering how awesome it must be to live in an apartment or house for more than 3 months because the job isn't seasonal.
>And then I show up at the local FLGS
>trying to explain the stuff I do during a game is like explaining color to a blind man.
I feel like I'm becoming that guy in everyone's life. You know the one, the "holy shit this guy is either lying out his ass or he's crazy as hell to do what he does."
And then for some reason I still do /tg/ stuff, to the endless confusion of my coworkers.
I don't really know what the fuck is be in video game terms. I guess that one NPC who has a fucking million different stories but ultimately has no important impact on your story?
like little boys all to happy to live out their mommy fantasies with the science teacher?
Once you realize how much of an influence you have on kids, it kind of goes to your head. There's a reason so many awful teachers seem to be on some power trip. They legitimately have a LOT of sway over children. Middle school, 12-14 year old range is the most susceptible.
I love teachers, as soon as i can afford school its what im going to do. But damn do people under estimate them.
Am I even an NPC if I haven't done anything? I'm at college. I go to class, browse the internet, read, and play Shadowrun every week. The most interesting thing I've done is volunteering to work at a museum four years ago, and I didn't even take the pictures I wanted to take.
God, or whoever's DMing, must be an exhausted DM, handling all these NPCs that the PCs haven't even met yet.
You're the cameo NPC.
It's like when people put Old Man Henderson into their campaigns, just to walk around as a homage to what he stands for. Or like how Stan Lee always appears in all the Marvel movies in some sort of role that implies he's much bigger than what we actually see.
You're defo an NPC, brah. It's our job to be the best NPC we can possibly be.
I'm actually going to school to be a teacher. The pay's decent, the job is stimulating, and the hours are alright. Especially during the summers. I don't think I would do well with Middle Schoolers though, because Middle Schoolers are literally the devil.
I guess I'd find a way to make it fun if I had to, and I like to think I'm good with kids, but damn. I mean, preteens are NOT pretty, despite what everyone says about them.
I guess my point is to go for the age-range you're trying to get, but try to roll with the punches if you can't. I'm sure teaching Middle schoolers can feel pretty rewarding in itself.
>barely keep up on any news
>inside like all day reading or cooking
>incense and other weird smells permeate my house
>have conversations through a barely open front door quite a bit
>offer basically anyone that enters food or some tea
O-oh. Well then.
>actually had a full conversation through a closed front door the other day
I just realized I'm -that- kind of NPC.
The weird one that doesn't realize what's happening and gives useless healing items.
It's a great thing to give us purpose - you know how everything's kind of gone downhill since people realized there isn't an intrinsic purpose to life? I think storytelling is probably the best thing that isn't intrinsic that gives purpose.
it is clean.
>I stay inside all day
I clean it all the time.
I just really like candles and incense and other shit.
Probably feels like a weed dealers house without any of the actual weed.
In other words awful.