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#486200 The Video Game News Thread

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 08 December 2017 - 08:31 PM

Ocey, my internet sucks too hard to live stream at night much anymore. Especially while other people are using it.

 

I'm relying solely on you to at least mention, just subtly, if they announce DMC5 there tonight. Because I have to know. Think you can do that for me? Think you won't, y'know, overlook it or forget?

 

:P




#486198 SSLF Spark Thread (Guest Starring Screenshots)

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 08 December 2017 - 08:25 PM

HA! Oh, wow. Thrawnie, do you try to be the best, or does it just come naturally to you? :P

 

Don't mind if I do use her. :D Thanks! Skyrim is one of the instances where I actually do play as a female character, and my own attempts to make Magnhild were... mediocre, at best.

 

I'll be in my bunk

(with Chris)




#486188 SSLF Spark Thread (Guest Starring Screenshots)

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 08 December 2017 - 08:10 AM

Oh my, Thrawnie. She looks awesome! She's perfect!

 

(i'm flattered :wub: )




#486174 The Video Game News Thread

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 07 December 2017 - 07:31 PM

Wolfie, Zachary Levi is here and he's looking really buff! He made a really good joke about microtransactions, too. Chuck doing the lord's work.

If I wasn't married to Chris Redfield, I would've married that man already, I swear.

 

I tuned in to the awards just long enough to - thankfully - catch that bit, thanks to Burgs letting me know about it on Discord. :P I didn't know the awards were tonight, aaahh - I'm so out of it lately. But I can't watch them anyway, cause my internet sucks too bad...

 

So, once again, I will just go through this thread afterward and read your summary and reactions, Ocey. :P

 

But YEAH SERIOUSLY THAT MAN'S SHOULDERS. DAYUM, ZAC. <3 I'm hyped are you hyped *ahem* I mean... video games, yes.




#486170 Werewolf's Writing Tidbits

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 07 December 2017 - 04:35 PM

For the record, I'm planning to write more of the prompts suggested in here very soon. I'm currently working on a novel project focusing on Caiden, so I'm mostly writing about him right now for warmups and practice in-between big novel-writing sessions. But as I shift focus to the sequel to Knightfall, I'll definitely be revisiting the prompts in here. :D

 

Got a new drabble, this one is another Guild Wars 2 one. Due to language (one f-bomb, again, and a few minor curses), I'll be linking to it again.

Summary:

Snuggles are getting a little more frequent, the relationship running ever deeper. At least, when Caid isn't busy being hungry and doing something pretty damn stupid.

 

You can find it here.

 

For some reason when I read this, I had this mental image of Drake attempting to seduce Scaevius. 

 

I will gladly accept this as a belated birthday gift if you decide to toss aside your morals to write that. :D

 

But here are some more serious prompts:

  • One of your characters meets one of Scorp's, i.e. Plutarch meets Lysander.
  • Point of view story told by a minor character, for example, a peasant tells a story about meeting Drake. Or alternatively:
  • Point of view story told by a enemy, for example, a undead creature talks about his master being killed.

Tell me, does that sound like something Tom would ever do? Especially since he's barely even capable of being in the same room as Scaevius without trying to insult him, regardless of his authority. :P

 

Fun prompts! I'll definitely give some of these a shot. The very last one there, though... you may be interested in a project I'm working on. ;)

 

And the first one... reminds me just how badly Scorp and I need to go back and finish an old project of ours that we were co-writing. Interested in hearing about some Silent Messenger adventures of Hanan and Kye? :P




#486115 Delving Too Deep OOC - Rules, Character List, and Chat

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 28 November 2017 - 01:39 PM

Well, I'll be honest, my brain shrivels up and blows away in the wind when I try to sit down and write another DM post for this.

 

Would anyone be too terribly hurt if I just announced this campaign's death? Because, as much as I want to continue Errant, this one isn't working out. I can write what is essentially a summary post and simplify an ending, and everyone can decide where their characters go after that, but the complications in-between regarding the celestial, etc., or the archdemon if you guys ended up summoning one of those, sound interesting in theory, but actually writing those DM posts just isn't working for me.

 

Thoughts?




#486107 SSLF's Official Devil May Cry 5 Rumour Mill/Hype/Appreciation Thread

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 27 November 2017 - 09:31 AM

I... didn't actually think they'd do something that sounds so right.

 

Admittedly, this... this makes my heart hurt for Resident Evil, because I'm such a RE fangirl... and RE got such bad treatment... I love DMC, obviously, and this is insanely exciting, but it makes me really sad for RE's sake. :(

 

why are you so cruel capcom




#486075 Werewolf's Writing Tidbits

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 20 November 2017 - 08:52 PM

I wrote another quick thing. I'll toss my Tumblr post up here for simplicity...

 

Again, warning: language.

 

 

I wrote another thing inspired by the RPing Taff and I get up to in Guild Wars 2. I’m starting to try working with scenes from Caiden’s POV in a novel I’m writing, but it’s very... challenging for me, in more ways than one.

 

So, since we had some totally amazing RP moments going on today (not that we don’t always), I figured it might be good practice to try writing a fun little drabble from his POV of their camping tonight, just to try getting into his head and writing some thoughts and stuff.

 

It ended up being, um... a lot longer than I originally intended. This was gonna just be a super little thing, but I kind of got into it.

 

Enjoy! :)

 

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He couldn’t sleep. The hard rocks under his back – or under his side, or his stomach, however he tried to lay – should’ve been what kept him awake. But it wasn’t. Caiden had slept on harder things. Worse things. And he’d slept in filthier places – more dangerous places.

 

No, it wasn’t anything like that. It was her.

 

He rolled over again, daring to peer at Sadja as she lay, maybe asleep, on the other side of the precarious perch where they slept: the top of some largely crumbled ruins, on a little platform of stone that reached straight up to the sky. It offered a good view of the entire fen, plus it was almost high enough you couldn’t quite smell it so strong.

 

She’d picked the spot. They had been here before, even slept here before. Felt almost like a long time ago now, after all they had been through. Together. That was the most important part.

 

Or was it?

 

Caiden had plenty of partners in the past. Students, even, if that was really the word for them. People he’d mentored, anyway. Watched, helped, guarded, guided – even if he sometimes found himself kept on track by them more than the alternative. It was hard to think of them as “students,” considering how capable they had all been already. Including her. Especially her.

 

Dammit.

 

He was doing it again. Shifting in some vague discomfort with himself – or was it disappointment, or annoyance? – he turned over for perhaps the dozenth time tonight, looking out across the fen instead of at her. Caiden took a deep breath and then regretted it. Turned out you could still smell the swamp pretty strongly up here.

 

His fingers absently found his longbow – a recent acquisition, given he vastly preferred his sword and shield. A slime monster slid around not too far underneath him. The sound annoyed him, or at least it did right now, even as quiet as it was. It probably wouldn’t have at any other time.

 

So he took his bow in an unnecessarily iron grip, sat up, and reached for an arrow. Drawing it back, he squinted his eye – aiming with one eye was a bitch, it’d taken him years to get used to it – and loosed.

 

The arrow was enough to knock the ooze, now formed into a ridiculous little bouncing ball that made for a difficult target, straight off the edge of the ruins. It flew so he barely heard the splat, somewhere far below.

 

It didn’t help.

 

Caiden set his bow aside again, a guttural sigh rumbling in his chest. Now something was wrong with him, too. He was used to worrying, and used to far worse things, but he could push everything aside in the face of his mission. Once he’d learned to compartmentalize, he had even learned how to sleep again. He’d been able to sleep for years, despite the things in his head. The sights, the smells, the sounds – things he couldn’t forget. All he had been through, fought through. Things that still haunted him.

 

Including the people he used to worry about. Most of them were gone now, one way or another. Usually the worst ways. Ways he couldn’t save them from. Sometimes he had even had to watch.

 

And now she was flinging herself around like she almost wanted to be lost that way, too. The jokes were quiet. The teasing was gone. All the things he’d thought he hated but ended up enjoying. Getting used to.

 

And, at this point, missing. Everything from her telling him not to eat like the bottomless pit he was or not to get himself drunk, right down to berating his endless stoicism and discipline, to the point that he’d found himself being dragged out of his once-impenetrable shell, inch by inch, by a hook in his navel like she’d caught him on a fishing line.

 

He even missed hearing her laugh at him and rib him over getting an undead’s hammer straight to his sternum and being thrown flat on his ass, wind knocked out of his lungs. Pointing out, unnecessarily, that yes, that drake had, in fact, swallowed him whole. As if he hadn’t noticed. Thanks for the reminders now and then.

 

And yet all of it made getting the shit beaten out of him not seem so bad, as long as she was fighting by his side.

 

He probably ought to just back off and let her get over it. But when she was flying into berserk rages and running ahead without looking back, it became hard to let it go. When she nearly died fighting hordes of undead while he struggled somewhere a few feet away, poisoned and weak. Surrounded but distracted, glancing at her every few seconds, even with only the one eye to spare. All but ignoring the assorted jagged-toothed living dead bearing down on him, one thought on his mind: Get her back on her feet.

 

Now he lay here, staring up at the stars. His eyepatch itched, and he abruptly ripped it off his head and flung it over with his other gear. That wasn’t something he ever did, as self-conscious as he was of the gaping hole in his skull. But, right now, every damn thing annoyed him. Relief from any of it was better than none.

 

That, and maybe it felt nice to throw something. He wanted to destroy something, with his hands rather than shooting an arrow. But if Sadja was asleep, he wasn’t going to wake her.

 

All of it kept replaying in his head. Things she’d said. Things she hadn’t said. The silence that had lingered when there previously would have been none, because she would’ve broken it. He kept trying to figure it out. Driving himself crazy. It felt wrong. This should be the last thing on his mind, but it kept clawing its way back to the surface.

 

Perhaps the most absurd, uncharacteristic part of it all was the simple question that kept knocking against the walls of his skull: Is it me?

 

Something he was doing? Something he wasn’t doing? Was he giving himself too much credit, making himself too important? Was he completely blowing this all out of proportion? Was he just being a big damn idiot?

 

And where the hell had his discipline gone?

 

It used to define him, and now he felt like he’d managed to shunt it all into her and straight out of himself. Gone, at least where she was concerned. But what she had right now wasn’t really discipline, or she wouldn’t be charging headlong into battle… Not that he hadn’t done that his fair share of times.

 

He actually felt like doing it right now. Walking right down off the particular little formations of ruins that had allowed them to climb up here and finding something to punch. In the face. Hard.

 

Not helping curb that wrathful desire was the fact that that he still hated himself for not catching up to her in time to haul her up to their perch in his arms, or just over a wide shoulder if she kept fussing, after she’d hurt her leg. No, she’d walked on it instead. Climbed on it.

 

Something else shoved its way into the front of his mind. Another thing she’d said just a few hours ago, before sundown. “I’m not here to distract you.”

 

Caiden snorted. His gaze flicked down from the sky to watch another ooze try to make his way up the ruins toward them. Giving it no thought, he found his bow and another arrow, also knocking this one away from their excuse for a camp. Away from Sadja. Away from what he wanted to protect more than anything else. More than saving the world.

 

Not here to distract him…

 

It was a little late for that now.




#486062 Werewolf's Writing Tidbits

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 17 November 2017 - 02:18 PM

I prefer to write prompts about my own characters... :P That way I'm both warming up for writing and warming up for writing the characters themselves. Plus, it's always good to explore them in unusual ways you might not think of yourself.




#486055 Delving Too Deep OOC - Rules, Character List, and Chat

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 16 November 2017 - 09:18 PM

I... don't really have words, Dalton.

 

I LOVE it. :lol: Thanks!

 

(also wow Caid in that last panel tho <3 )




#486012 Werewolf's Writing Tidbits

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 14 November 2017 - 07:22 AM

Your affinity for summing up the state of modern culture and social media while juxtaposing it with fantasy characters is absolutely splendid!  Your capacity for cruelty to your own characters is...worrisome...however.  :P

 

Still, all of these were great fun to read!  I have a few prompts to suggest, if you like:

 

  • Caiden vs. Plexaura - Embarrassing childhood photo sharing 
  • Kye asks a girl on a date (maybe modern Febriel?)
  • First taste of battle - any character
  • Tom trips into someone important, has to charm his way out of it  Edit: Bonus points if it's someone he can't/doesn't want to seduce, but knows he shouldn't fight.  But if you want to show him putting his famous moves on, I won't complain.

 

Have fun!

Oh, you have only just begun to see my capacity for cruelty to my own characters... >.>

 

I'll definitely write some of these sometime! :D Thanks for the prompts, Cappy!

 

 

And I come bearing another drabble. I'll just copy my post from my Tumblr and put it here, for simplicity, since that way I don't have to do the formatting over again. :P

 

 

A thing inspired by Guild Wars 2 RPs with Taff​, by her suggestion, about her OC, Sadja Shielding, and my OC, Caiden Voros. I must say, I’m very glad I started playing GW2 with her (you probably saw the previous post about it that I shared from Taff’s blog). Not only is it fun in its own right, but getting to know Sadja is an absolute joy. She’s the best.

 

I had to wait until I was a little high on I’m-staying-up-too-late feelings to muster up the courage to actually write this, because I have no confidence writing other people’s characters. Especially if I really, really like those characters.

 

So, here it is, for better or for worse. But I can say one thing - this was an absolute blast to write.

 

Warning: shameless cuddling. In the “I’m cold, let’s share warmth” kind of way. Maybe. Mostly. Arguably. Sort of.

 

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Snow. Everywhere. Everything was freezing, and the sparse braziers emitted only enough heat to provoke memories of what warmth was supposed to feel like. The entire region was so cold that the damn ships were made out of icebergs, with wood – from somewhere, maybe imported? – haphazardly stuck around to form walls and walkways. Some big, messy sails poked up in various places, theoretically to make the ‘ship’ move. Although Sadja had never actually seen one of these moving. So why the hell were there sails on them?

 

Not that it was a concern at the moment. The only real concern right now was getting warm.

 

After running around freezing themselves to the bone all day, Sadja had found a decent enough place to try to get some rest. True, it was only a little corner of wood on the giant kodan (those were bear-people, by the way) iceberg-ship, but it was still warmer than anything covered in snow – which was, literally, everything else in the vicinity.

 

She had even found a big, thick fur to sleep under for an oversized blanket. The kodans didn’t have much use for that kind of thing, so she’d found one by poking around in a crate in a corner.

 

Glancing around, she decided Voros had backed down on their deal, after all, even after claiming he wouldn’t. And since all the kodans slept locked up in houses, she couldn’t mooch off their warmth instead.

Unceremoniously removing all her armor, overflowing bags, weapons, and assorted other gear, Sadja dumped it in a corner and rolled herself up in the fur. Maybe it would be warm enough, but probably not.

 

She started to doze, despite the cold, when something nudged her, and she awoke instantly. The recognizably large and muscle-bound form, one that definitely didn’t belong to a bear-man, disturbed her arguably warm makeshift-bedroll-sanctuary.

 

“You’re late,” Sadja ribbed as Voros pulled the blanket back over them both, like an awkward sleeping bag. He’d even come shirtless, so Sadja wormed her way out of her own shirt and threw it somewhere else, too.

 

Voros grunted.

 

“Almost thought you’d chickened out,” she prompted. It was so hard to get a rise out of this guy, and thus all the more rewarding when it actually worked.

 

“Told you I wouldn’t,” he replied a bit flatly. He finally slid his thick arms around her, though she noted just how tense those big muscles were.

 

“Relax, Voros,” Sadja said, perhaps a bit groggily, though she did pointedly turn over to steal more of his warmth by resting her face near his chest. Well, and to make him even more uncomfortable, because it was a little funny the way he squirmed for half a second afterward.

 

He just grunted again, somewhere deep in the chest she lay against, the sound even vaguer this time.

 

“So, hey,” she wondered aloud through a yawn as one hand lazily tried to travel south along his body, finding more than a few scars along the way to his navel, “do you have pants on?”

 

“Get some sleep, Sadja,” Caiden rumbled just as tiredly, removing one hand from around her only long enough to direct hers back up north somewhere.

 

“Mh…”

 

Mh,” he echoed – teasingly, at least for him. She heard a hint of a smile in his tone. For once. No doubt there wasn’t a trace of it actually on his face.

 

Then she added, “If you snore, I’m finding a kodan.”

 

“No you’re not.”

 

“Is that a challenge?”

 

“It’s a fact.”

 

Sadja grinned. Voros sounded pretty sure of himself, and like he cared quite a bit if she went off to make her bed with some bear-person instead. But she was too tired to keep this up, so she settled for snuggling far closer to him than ever would be allowed, especially when there was virtually no clothing involved, by the social norms Voros seemed to hold in such high regard.

 

Apparently sensing her giving out, Caiden said with a finality that implied the phrase would seal the deal and make her fall asleep, “Good night, Sadja.”

 

“Good night, Snoros,” she replied, just before tucking her face somewhere between his neck and chest to make sure her nose didn’t freeze and fall off in the night. He really was very warm.

 

Just before she dozed off, as Voros had planned, she thought she felt him pull her even closer, so close she could have solved the question regarding his pants, and put his face against her head. But, at that point, it was hard to tell… given she was already asleep.




#485974 The Video Game News Thread

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 08 November 2017 - 09:42 AM

Hey y'all, I got some video game news.

 

TODAY IS OCEY'S BIRTHDAY.

 

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Everyone wish a happy birthday to our local entertainment overlord. You know you only enter these boards to read his amazing posts. Let us rejoice that he still graces us with his endless wit.

 

Happy birthday, Ocey! :D

 

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(sorry, I only traffic in hot video game guy gifs of the Chris Redfield and Nathan Drake variety, so I will use them to express my joy)




#485950 Delving Too Deep OOC - Rules, Character List, and Chat

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 02 November 2017 - 07:47 PM

Apologies for the lackluster DM post. My weekend might be about to become very suddenly hectic, and I wanted to make sure I got something posted before I end up waiting until Monday or something.




#485945 Delving Too Deep OOC - Rules, Character List, and Chat

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 01 November 2017 - 02:53 PM

Actually I was waiting for Burgs to post. He told me he was going to. :P

 

But I'll see what I can get up tonight or tomorrow. Sorry. :lol:




#485937 VIDYA GAME SUPERPOLL(tm)

Posted by Maverick-Werewolf on 31 October 2017 - 07:02 PM

I can answer this one pretty easily, overall. Although I usually use a variety of weapons, so the first one might've been hardest for me. I like pistols, but I usually traffic in some kind of rifles... overall, I'd have to say a straight-up assault rifle is my favorite. Because I'll be blunt - I'm a soldier. I'm a warrior. I'm tough as nails, a sharpshooter with various kind of rifles, and yet I also really, really want to get up in your face with a melee weapon. Or my fists. :P

 

So I went assault rifle/burst-fire rifle/sniper rifle, warrior/paladin/druid (the last one usually for when they can turn into werewolves in some games), and Narrativist.

 

I'm a complete and total narrativist. I am there for the story. Obviously I want to enjoy the gameplay, too, and I love any good simulation... but really, it's all about stories for me - stories, characters, emotions. I can play most any kind of game if the story draws me in. I enjoy an extremely wide variety of gameplay, and sometimes, even if I don't find the gameplay entirely fun, I'll keep playing just because I like the story. I get way too invested in a really and truly good video game story. Games have made me shed many tears and get many feels. And of course I way too invested in... certain characters...

 

So, yes, I'm absolutely 100% narrativist.

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