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When does the REEEEEE'ing start?

>>54671448
I'm somewhat amazed by the turnover rate for new thread at this time in the morning/night. Thanks OP.

>>54671467
Nothing wrong with posting a thread and letting it percolate overnight.

>>54671384
I've got a campaign running where my players are playing themselves in an alternate horror universe filled with Cryptids, Mythological Creatures and Lovecraft inspired horrors.

Its actually sort of fun, pick a monster of the week and throw it at them. Then they do some internet research to figure out how to defeat it.

guess I'll just continue

>first session
>jack and i talk to some punk kids about smoking and eat some donuts
>aurora cooks some pasta for some very yelpers
>chief hikes the trails and sees some deer and a skunk
>but nothing really happens
>our dm before the campaign informed us that he would be doing a lighthearted slice of life type of thing so this was what we were expecting
>night comes and i get a drink with jack in auroras restaurant
>chief is just packing up to get back to home
>i forgot to mention that chief, jack, and i have a signal on some walkie talkies and we regularly talk
>chief tells us he's packing up and heading back into town and should be back in a few hours if he hurries
>we rp in the restaurant
>the dm is passing notes to chief
>chief goes quiet
>starts making rolls
>rapid note passing begins
>chief radios in that he's being followed by something and he had to take shots
>he's wounded
>we pay our tab and rush to the edge of town in our squad car and sprint onto the trail
>we hear more shots in the distance and chief is rolling like a fucking madman
>we run into chief a few minutes later and nearly get shot
>explains again that something was chasing him
>his back is torn the fuck up
>says the thing that chased him wasn't human
>we're a bit skeptical and take chief in back to town
>all while hearing something crunch leaves behind us the entire way back

>>54671537
That sounds really cool, got any stories from it?
I would love to learn more

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>>54671303
>Party is literal Bunnies in B&B campaign.
The phrase "Shooting Fish in a Barrel" comes to mind.

One member of my party is a celestial who doesn't sleep. The rest of us... who knows. If it were my secondary game party, where my character wields a dude as a weapon, then very likely.

>>54671370
I suppose my character could get a phylactery that allowed him to not have to sleep... if he had the money for it. The other characters could do likewise. I don't think the lich needs to sleep either. The dragon might be the only one who has trouble since other than his physical strength, he doesn't have a lot going for him and doesn't have the money for a no-sleep phylactery. Then again, all we would have to do is tell our employers (a megacorp that I'm pretty sure is run by Satan) about him, and he would probably disappear somehow. Shipco is kind of terrifying like that...

>>54671124
Why don't you talk to your HR rep and let them know this?

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>>54671124
Use this for inspiration.

>>54671124
So let me get this straight, you ran into a girl at the water cooler and instead of conversing you just grunted?
>so I was at the water cooler and anon walked up
>ok then what happened?
>well nothing really he just started grunting
>did it seem sexual?
>not really, just made me feel really uncomfortable

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My current dude. no party cause the rest of them don't draw their dudes.

I guess there's a reason I don't see these threads anymore

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>>54671082
My level 1 fighter, using a war-hammer and shield, usually forgoing the shield when he wanted to do some real damage.

I only got to use him in two sessions for a Curse of Straud campaign before it fizzled out, but he was the only one in the party to actually hit Straud during his first visit to the village.

>>54670557
>Accepting randos, especially Roll20 ones, without so much as an application and/or an interview
You only have yourself to blame.

>>54670732
No, you don't understand...
These are my personal friends

>>54670741
So you're playing with a bunch of kids then. The solution is simple: find friends who won't waste your time.

I have indeed played a maid. They were a good gorl for Master. Then they got their heart broken and killed him

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>>54670228
>They were a good gorl for Master. Then they got their heart broken and killed him

Hmmm....

>>54670215
>>54670257

You know what I want to see?

A celeb sextuple app. 6 players applying to a game with a full family of characters.

Given the current crop of celebs, who would be who?


Some suggestions:
>Slow as the Daddy
>Sleep as Elder Brother
>Wist as Cutest Daughter

>>54670145
>Do you remember how your first one ended, anons?
GM quit. Just like how every other campaign I've been in.

>How'd you feel?
Irritable. Just like how every other campaign I've been in.

>I'm just relieved to have one actually get to the end, it's satisfying, especially since my players made sure things end really happily.
Lucky bastard.

>>54670145
You are the few my friend, rarely does a campaign actually conclude.

In a group been playing for 2 years and DM says we've "just finished the first episode, there's 4 more coming". Christ I don't wanna play a 10 year campaign. At least it's still fun for now and we have other games we play in.

>>54670145
Never finished a campaign.
I had to quit, Gm had to quit, or they are ongoing. That having said after years of reading books, and imagining playing, I only started to play circa 8 months ago.

Closest I came was a game of Exalted, where I had some fun, but the rest of the party started to go full edgelord, did nothing about the "doomsday coming" scennario with plenty of preptime, while my character tried his best, and lately they have cut all sorts of in-game ties between PCs, because of the good/evil divide. So in the end I went with my character pursuing the solution that would be very likely to kill him, but could potentially save the world.

This mean retiring him, since it placed him way too far from the other PCs to have any interaction ever, and we all agreed we don't want this to become my personal adventure with the GM, while the rest watches us play. So I guess it can't really be counted in the finished campaign catergory.

>>54669863

After a few embarrassing diplomatic incidents, everyone has a quick sitdown and realizes that different species have different dietary needs?

I mean this isn't rocket science anon

>>54669863
>>54669913
this, but military grade pepper spray is probably a warcrime. (we still have lots of it in production.)

Not at all unless you go full HFY retard with it. Alien food being disgusting or toxic is already a given, and that goes both ways.

It's pretty hard to tell someone's alignment unless you cast an alignment detection spell, use a detection ability, or see them murdering a wagonfull of babies though

And what if they were goblin babies, then it evens out to neutral

>>54669742
>alignment

>>54669775
What if they're drow babies?

Hissy fits would be very common

>>54669154
Snakey


I imagine a lot of pipes connecting everything.

How would they even build things

And reminder that because of their slim morphology that once a kingdom is intretched it would be extremely hard to take it out, because their doors are not our doors

>>54669154
America.

>>54668947

Hellsgate.

>>54668947
this reminds me of that one SCP, the one with the giant copper wall used to keep the sarkicists out. Anyone got the number?

>>54668996

http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-2309

Schlitterbahn, New Braunfels, Texas, 7 years ago.

I wasn't a kid, slathered in sunscreen, waiting in line, about to charge headfirst into the torrent or ride the Master Blaster.

I was the kid in a sweltering hot three piece suit with tie with stacks of hundreds of homemade pamphlets decrying the evils of homosexuality, rock and roll, video games, water parks, fast food, sodas, shorts, dnd, and basically every good thing under the sun, standing at the entrance, wondering what horrible sin I had committed in this life or the last one to be at this point.

Mom and dad said they were off 'preaching', which meant they were in an air-conditioned restaurant or shopping, letting me do their dirty work.

No food. No drink, not even a trip to the water fountain. A gate guard looks at me, sweating to death, with a mixture of disbelief and pity.

I've read the pamphlet. It's basically an invitation to a three hour sermon on how much you suck as a person and how you're going to hell no matter what, Jesus can't help you, and by the way, pay us $50 to spread the bad word.
I have to hand out all of these pamphlets or I get my ass beaten with a belt so badly I can barely walk.

People scowl at me. Some ask me if I believe all of this hateful crap. Others offer me a drink. I know what happens if I accept- 10 licks with the buckle end. One lick for every pamphlet left over.

I wonder if I'm in hell. Feels like it.

Eventually one of the lifeguards gets so pitying of me he tries to force water down my throat. I tell him if I'm not red-faced and raspy, my parents will beat me. He tells me no one is that cruel. I'd laugh if I wasn't so hot- he's never met my parents.

It's when I push away the cup of ice water for the second time my parents return, two hours early.

"What the hell is this?" my dad asks, gesturing to the stack of still unhanded out pamphlets. He doesn't let me respond. He drags me by the arm, ignoring the shouting guard, and throws me in the car.

(cont.)

My defense- that they didn't give me the full time they said they would to hand out their pamphlets- only gets me backhanded across the face.

Mom holds me down as dad lashes me repeatedly, stopping to punch me as hard as he can. In the face. The back. The gut.

"Disobedience is rebellion and rebellion is the sin of witchcraft. Witchcraft damns your soul to hell! Jesus doesn't love you, and neither do I!"

On and on and on it goes.

I'll spare you the rest of the bloody details. More whipping and punching. A chair got broken.

Dear old mom and dad were what I like to call "Anti-Christians". They took the religion, twisted it into something alien and awful, designed to destroy someone from the inside out, made themselves the chosen prophets who would be spared for their righteous work of telling people "you're damned and there's nothing you can do about it", and they, I believed, genuinely expected to be paid and respected for this.

Saying their style of Christianity- if you could call it that- was controversial was like saying the sun was warmish. To give you an idea of how well we were received, let me give you an example.

We went to Westboro Baptist Church.

Fred Phelps kicked my father out and told him he wasn't welcome there anymore.

The man who protested soldiers funerals and sang songs about homosexuals burning in hell was disgusted by my parents so much he kicked them out after one hour.

They had done a number on me, however. I believed that out of every person in the world, I deserved to be treated this way, to be beaten, punished, preach their word and still go to hell anyway, because the bible they had made for me stated my name as being that of the Unredeemable. Yes. Tailor-made bible just to tell me I was beyond redemption.

I know this sounds like bullshit, and you're talking to someone who just killed twenty-something people, so believe what you want.

What was the final straw, then? What they did to other kids.

I was mowing the lawn when our next door neighbor warned me about Mr. Grausam.

Mr. Grausam had tried to get her son to come over to his house, promising video games and candy. Her son, not being a dumbass, had run the fuck away and warned her. She talked to other parents, and they told similar stories.

One day, he skipped the video games and candy and just pulled a little girl off her bike, clamped a hand over her mouth, and dragged her inside his house.

He let her go before the cops arrived. I heard the gory details when I was passing out pamphlets. Grausam had 'touched her', they said.

I wasn't stupid. I knew that meant he had hurt her in a way she would never really heal from. Her mother wanted Grausam arrested. Her father went over and beat Grausam until a cop pulled him off.

Everyone in the neighborhood wanted Grausam gone.

Everyone but my parents.

Sneak past anything I can and then hit the BBEG as hard as possible in the opening round. I'm the party's main source of damage so it should be manageable and since the DM uses somewhat realistic damage rules his injuries should even the playing field.

>>54668176
I have a related but similar story

It was the end of the session, and the rest of the party wanted to search for a direbat breeding ground in order to make a quick buck. We decided to continue this in the next session, which I had to miss, so me and the DM decided that my character thought that was a stupid plan and would instead go into town to get food and supplies for when they came back.

The party, save my character, died while looking for the breeding grounds. My character is slowly losing his grip as more party members join and die/get disappeared. He's losing face in the eyes of his benefactors as well as a result of the actions of the most recent iteration of the party, and wants to end things in a way that restores his honor as well as makes sure the only party member he likes anymore is put in a position to profit from his death.

judge the situation

if they are still alive and i deem it possible to get away with, make efforts to free any remaining party members

if it seems to be possible at the current state, relaunch the attack and use what we "gained" to our benefit (if we at the very least managed to attain precious intel and/or weaken the BBEG)

if it seems unlikely to be possible alone/with the freed remnants of the party and time isn't overtly precious; recruit a new party, train and plan everything out with the knowledge accumulated from the last attempt. come back with a vengeance
i almost always play very diplomatic and calculating people, in a similar vein as this, i kinda consider it to be one of my biggest RP flaws, but i think it's party because of the type of person that i am but also that the types of games i've played in has shifted me towards that.

>>54668089
>(The GM prompted me to go there, twice, out-of-character.)
>Was this handled properly?
No. If the GM deliberately influenced you OOC so you'd fall for the ruse, he failed to properly set up the scenario.
Other than that, you should have had at least one roll of whatever-the-fuck your system uses for picking up on social wrongness.

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>>54668837

>you should have had at least one roll of whatever-the-fuck your system uses for picking up on social wrongness.

Both my character and my character's sibling have supremely strong deception abilities, well above anyone else's rolls, ourselves included.

In the past, the GM had sporadically allowed my character to make rolls to piece together deceptions based on raw logical deduction rather than social cues (e.g. "Wait a minute, they claimed that X, but that does not seem logically sound due to Y reason"). However, those were rare, and no such roll was called for in this scenario.

>>54669020
A player cannot properly use their intuition to pick up on social cues in a TTRPG. This is because a large portion of social cues are non-verbal or depend on the intricacies of speech that your GM will not have the acting talent to mimic.
This is why intuition skills or "detect lie" skills exist.

Any circumstance in which said skills categorically do not work is effectively denying the player any ability to discern the truth and should be held as poor GMing, even if the system permits such. Even if the NPC was made by the PC to be a perfect liar.