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I can attend at any scheduled time.
...Oh, that's right. I'm not actually going.
Unless you want a "real" diplomat, in which case Dandy is your ram. Maybe.
Also,
EDIT: Just ignore that please.
...Oh, that's right. I'm not actually going.
Unless you want a "real" diplomat, in which case Dandy is your ram. Maybe.
Also,
I'm probably digging my grave by saying this, but have I ever told you how adorable you are?
EDIT: Just ignore that please.
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Ditto.
I don't see why this should be a problem. Evening is about what I was guessing on. What time-zone are you?
Well if you haven't been keeping tabs on the Hunters thread, you might just wanna get out that tea-party set. Read the latest posts if you don't know what I mean.
OOC: ^ Me in the Giraffe war. Just pull up a chair, pop some corn, and try to enjoy the ride. It's a bit of a wait.
I'd hate for you to inconvenience yourself, my assistant has grown quite proficient in digging them on his own. Would you prefer cremation or cryonics?
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Too late.
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"Creatures of the underground! I bring you news from the surface! There is to be an infiltration of OUR burrows! We, as a race, cannot let this stand! We shall storm the floors of these ungulates' stronghold and weaken their numbers! Report to the Grand Hall at half past noon for the full assault plan!
Head General Baron, OUT!"
"Who the flip are these guys? And why was this note on OUR doorstep?"
Head General Baron, OUT!"
-Love and Kisses,
Head General Baron
*Zero reads the content of the (admittedly small) note one more time, just to make sure he read all of it correctly.*Head General Baron
"Who the flip are these guys? And why was this note on OUR doorstep?"
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So, this just in, I work until 6 eastern Monday (dang retail) After that I should be free, though.
How's everyone on Tuesday and Wednesday?
My Tuesday I go in at 7 p.m. Central time, Wednesday I go in at 10 p.m.
My Tuesday I go in at 7 p.m. Central time, Wednesday I go in at 10 p.m.
Sorry Zero, I gots the finals. Though that doesn't really stop me from showing up, just not till around 11AM. 1PM for you
I go into work at 4 in the afternoon on Fridays. Thursday's my off day, Wednesday I go in at 10, and Tuesday I go in at 7. Weekends are later entry times, so during the day/afternoon is fine on weekends.
Wait? Whatever are you talking about?
<.<
>.>
That aside: It sounds like Monday evening might be one of the best shots we have. Though, not for myself. I should be good any evening save Wed and Fri. I hail from NY, and so I'm bound to US Eastern time.
I'm sorry, I was too vague. Give me a sec to put it into fifteen chapters
Yup, sounds like it to me too. I'll stay up and sacrifice sleep if I have to. I motion for Monday at 5pm (PST) that is 6pm Mountain and 8pm Eastern. Are there any conflicts with this?
I think that's 12pm for me. Should be fine, so long as you don't take too long rescuing me.I'm sorry, I was too vague. Give me a sec to put it into fifteen chapters
OOC: Yup, sounds like it to me too. I'll stay up and sacrifice sleep if I have to. I motion for Monday at 5pm (PST) that is 6pm Mountain and 8pm Eastern. Are there any conflicts with this?
Who could’ve guessed that the worst torture Fleece would experience during his kidnapping would be self-inflicted?
He had no idea where he was or how long he’d been there. His stone cell was cold, damp and dark. His wool, usually brushed and dry, was now matted and stained with dirt. While he had been fortunate enough to only receive minor cuts and bruises at the hooves of The Hunters, his fight with the giraffes had left him with 2 broken ribs and a broken foreleg, neither of which his captors had bothered to tend to. Fleece was no doctor, but he was fairly certain that if one of your lungs feels like it’s filled with liquid, you’re probably in need of significant medical attention.
And on top of all that, he missed his puppies.
But even the mere thought of what he was about to do was enough to make his stomach turn. He stared at the disgusting pile of bloody meat sitting on a plate in the centre of the room. A sick Hunter had brought it in for Fleece to eat, and told him that he wasn't getting any more grass until he had licked the plate clean.
Fleece regarded the meat with sadness. “What where you when you were alive?" he asked it.
The meat didn't say anything at all.
Fleece sighed, then hesitantly scooped up the meal with one hoof. He wasn't going to eat it. He refused to give The Hunters that kind of satisfaction. But maybe it could still be useful...
Holding his breath, Fleece smeared the freshly-cut flesh onto his wool. Down his chest, around his neck, on his forelegs; it wasn't long before the entire front of his body was covered in the sickening red gore. Then, when he was done, he placed the meat tenderly in the corner of the cell. He felt like throwing up, but he'd eaten so little the past few days that he wouldn't have been able to if he tried.
Fleece took a moment to gather himself. Then, he picked up the now-empty plate and smashed it against the wall. After listening to make sure nobody was coming, he sorted through the pile of broken pieces and pulled out the biggest, sharpest plate shard he could find. Being mindful of his bad leg, he lowered himself to the floor of the cell and turned away from the door. It wasn't much of a plan, but he figured that if it even had the tiniest chance of success, it was worth trying.
About 20 minutes later, Fleece's Prison Warden, a large bull that called himself "Duo the Liger", entered the cell block. As far as Fleece knew, there were no other prisoners being held in this particular block, but Duo still made a big show out of loudly rattling the bars on every cell door he passed. Checking on the "invisible prisoners." His way of letting Fleece know that he was on his way.
"So!" Duo called out. "Howz ya meal, Mr. Prime Minister?" He peered through the bars, a sadistic grin on his face. His smile quickly faded, however, when he saw Fleece's blood-covered figure lying stiffly in the centre of the room, clutching his makeshift knife.
"Aw crap..." Duo muttered under his breath. "Ziege is gunna kill me fer this..."
Fleece heard the door unlock, then slowly creak open. Duo stepped into the cell and made his way towards Fleece's rigid body. "Stupid sheep. It was just a li'l flesh. Nothin' worth killin' yerself over..."
Without warning, Fleece lept to his hooves and swung the plate shard at Duo's face. Caught by surprise, Duo could do little more than wince as the shard was stabbed deep into his cheek. "AH, WHAT THE F-"
Without wasting a moment, Fleece staggered towards the door, ducking under the swinging hooves of the angry bull. His broken leg burned, his chest heaved, his blood-soaked hooves slipped on the stone floor, but somehow the adrenaline boost was enough to get him to the door before Duo could grab him. With a swift kick, Fleece slammed Duo's face in the cell door, causing the bull to stumble.
Fleece knew he didn't stand a chance against Duo in a fight. The only thing left for him to do was run. And to be honest, he could barely do that. The adrenaline had worn off quickly, and the pain in Fleece's chest had started to become unbearable. He sprinted for the exit, but his sprint quickly turned into a hobble, then into a limp. Fleece had barely made it past 5 cells before he heard the thunderous sound of The Liger chasing after him. Fleece knew escaping was a long shot, but at this point it would be a miracle if he could even reach the exit without passing out.
He had no idea where he was or how long he’d been there. His stone cell was cold, damp and dark. His wool, usually brushed and dry, was now matted and stained with dirt. While he had been fortunate enough to only receive minor cuts and bruises at the hooves of The Hunters, his fight with the giraffes had left him with 2 broken ribs and a broken foreleg, neither of which his captors had bothered to tend to. Fleece was no doctor, but he was fairly certain that if one of your lungs feels like it’s filled with liquid, you’re probably in need of significant medical attention.
And on top of all that, he missed his puppies.
But even the mere thought of what he was about to do was enough to make his stomach turn. He stared at the disgusting pile of bloody meat sitting on a plate in the centre of the room. A sick Hunter had brought it in for Fleece to eat, and told him that he wasn't getting any more grass until he had licked the plate clean.
Fleece regarded the meat with sadness. “What where you when you were alive?" he asked it.
The meat didn't say anything at all.
Fleece sighed, then hesitantly scooped up the meal with one hoof. He wasn't going to eat it. He refused to give The Hunters that kind of satisfaction. But maybe it could still be useful...
Holding his breath, Fleece smeared the freshly-cut flesh onto his wool. Down his chest, around his neck, on his forelegs; it wasn't long before the entire front of his body was covered in the sickening red gore. Then, when he was done, he placed the meat tenderly in the corner of the cell. He felt like throwing up, but he'd eaten so little the past few days that he wouldn't have been able to if he tried.
Fleece took a moment to gather himself. Then, he picked up the now-empty plate and smashed it against the wall. After listening to make sure nobody was coming, he sorted through the pile of broken pieces and pulled out the biggest, sharpest plate shard he could find. Being mindful of his bad leg, he lowered himself to the floor of the cell and turned away from the door. It wasn't much of a plan, but he figured that if it even had the tiniest chance of success, it was worth trying.
About 20 minutes later, Fleece's Prison Warden, a large bull that called himself "Duo the Liger", entered the cell block. As far as Fleece knew, there were no other prisoners being held in this particular block, but Duo still made a big show out of loudly rattling the bars on every cell door he passed. Checking on the "invisible prisoners." His way of letting Fleece know that he was on his way.
"So!" Duo called out. "Howz ya meal, Mr. Prime Minister?" He peered through the bars, a sadistic grin on his face. His smile quickly faded, however, when he saw Fleece's blood-covered figure lying stiffly in the centre of the room, clutching his makeshift knife.
"Aw crap..." Duo muttered under his breath. "Ziege is gunna kill me fer this..."
Fleece heard the door unlock, then slowly creak open. Duo stepped into the cell and made his way towards Fleece's rigid body. "Stupid sheep. It was just a li'l flesh. Nothin' worth killin' yerself over..."
Without warning, Fleece lept to his hooves and swung the plate shard at Duo's face. Caught by surprise, Duo could do little more than wince as the shard was stabbed deep into his cheek. "AH, WHAT THE F-"
Without wasting a moment, Fleece staggered towards the door, ducking under the swinging hooves of the angry bull. His broken leg burned, his chest heaved, his blood-soaked hooves slipped on the stone floor, but somehow the adrenaline boost was enough to get him to the door before Duo could grab him. With a swift kick, Fleece slammed Duo's face in the cell door, causing the bull to stumble.
Fleece knew he didn't stand a chance against Duo in a fight. The only thing left for him to do was run. And to be honest, he could barely do that. The adrenaline had worn off quickly, and the pain in Fleece's chest had started to become unbearable. He sprinted for the exit, but his sprint quickly turned into a hobble, then into a limp. Fleece had barely made it past 5 cells before he heard the thunderous sound of The Liger chasing after him. Fleece knew escaping was a long shot, but at this point it would be a miracle if he could even reach the exit without passing out.
That said, I will likely not be there. Though that's just fine since my OC is unable to do much. Have fun with the guards and the traps and the [CLASSIFIED].
"Aw, whut's wrong, sheepykins? Feelin' a li'l tired?"
Duo had slowed his pace to a walk. There was no need to run - the most Fleece could do was pathetically attempt to drag his broken body across the stone floor with one hoof. Duo caught up to Fleece, and placed his hoof down on his tail, halting his movement.
"Don' worry buddy, Ah know of a nice place where you can get yerself sum rest." Duo grabbed Fleece's tail with his mouth and begun to drag him back towards his cell. Fleece struggled weakly, but there was little he could do against the tremendous strength of the large cattle. The blood covering his wool left a dark red trail smeared on the floor.
"Oh, an' by the way, this is fer cuttin' mah cheek." Duo lifted Fleece by the scruff of his neck, then slammed his face into one of the metal bars. Fleece could now add "broken nose" to his list of grievances.
Duo tossed Fleece carelessly back into his cell and locked the door. "Pathetic creature." He said, shaking his head. "I don' know why the mind control didn' werk on you, but it certainly wasn't cuz of yer strength. If Ziege didn' still have a use fer you, Ah'd've disposed of you mahself."
With that, Duo the Liger turned and left the cell block, clanging his horns against the bars as he went. Fleece lay on the floor of the cell room, breathing heavily.
The meat didn't say anything at all. Neither of them did.
Duo had slowed his pace to a walk. There was no need to run - the most Fleece could do was pathetically attempt to drag his broken body across the stone floor with one hoof. Duo caught up to Fleece, and placed his hoof down on his tail, halting his movement.
"Don' worry buddy, Ah know of a nice place where you can get yerself sum rest." Duo grabbed Fleece's tail with his mouth and begun to drag him back towards his cell. Fleece struggled weakly, but there was little he could do against the tremendous strength of the large cattle. The blood covering his wool left a dark red trail smeared on the floor.
"Oh, an' by the way, this is fer cuttin' mah cheek." Duo lifted Fleece by the scruff of his neck, then slammed his face into one of the metal bars. Fleece could now add "broken nose" to his list of grievances.
Duo tossed Fleece carelessly back into his cell and locked the door. "Pathetic creature." He said, shaking his head. "I don' know why the mind control didn' werk on you, but it certainly wasn't cuz of yer strength. If Ziege didn' still have a use fer you, Ah'd've disposed of you mahself."
With that, Duo the Liger turned and left the cell block, clanging his horns against the bars as he went. Fleece lay on the floor of the cell room, breathing heavily.
The meat didn't say anything at all. Neither of them did.
Nice try. Figures you'd pull a stunt like that! Yep.
Edit: Oooh, question. Where is this taking place? The Hunter hideout we are invading, or that Base 4 thing?
Edit: Oooh, question. Where is this taking place? The Hunter hideout we are invading, or that Base 4 thing?
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OOC: I'm going to trademark the phrase "Pull a Stunt." It's in my name, so that means I own it.
Also, I don't know where this is because Fleece doesn't know where it is. It's underground somewhere, that's all he knows.
OOC: Don't feel too bad. He only had a 1% chance of success. Fleece may be resourceful, but there's only so much you can expect a poor wounded sheep to do. Even if he did get away from Duo, then what? He still has a broken leg in a base filled with Hunters.
You guys are Fleece's last hope. Are you up to the task?
*Zero awakens in a cold sweat. Reminded of some badly made movie about space and wars and fathers and sons.*
"How did THAT get in my head? And why do I have the sudden urge to spend my money on meaningless trinkets?
...
Why am I in a dark, soggy, tree? Or rather, how did I get INTO the tree?"
*10 hours ago*
"I'm gonna build a tree house!"
*10 hours later*
"Oh, yeah. I forgot I wanted a tire swing and then I got carried away. Hmm, tire swing..."
*Swings on the swing for hours*
OOC: I know, but my thought was that Duo wasn't actually a Liger, he was a bull, but he had chosen to call himself a Liger because it's what he would want to be if he were a predator.
Okay, I'm not sure the appropriate place to put this, but it sorta pertains to the situation, so I chose the neutral ground of the UFC, appropriately enough.
TLDR at bottom.
So I gots to get some things off my burly, rippling pectorals here. I apologize in advance if this is offensive to any parties (it is), or if I descend into ranting at any point (I did), it is all in the spirit of trying to make this RP fun for everyone. But mostly me.
So some recent (and less recent) events have happened that I kinda don't agree with, and wish to belatedly express my lack of enthusiasm toward. If you have been keeping up on all of the faction threads, (Hunters, primarily) you may know what I'm talking about. Base 4. I already made a post in the now-locked thread about this matter, but I feel the need to elaborate. I disagree with this idea for a few reasons, but primary would be believability and staying true to the established Lore we are working off of.
The whole place as described seems far-fetched to me. Firstly, the place seems waay too intricate and well designed. We are a bunch of rag-tag factions here, only recently formed. That many-storied nightmare-prison seems far outside of what I understood our resources to be. Then there's the occupants. Lauren stated in a stream that she wanted Foenum to be populated by 99% 'non-rare' (read mythical) creatures, and there is mention of Rocs, Gargoyles and Kitsune all in this base? What about the mentions of technological powers that seem beyond what modern humans are capable of, let alone what our Ungulates could possibly even dream to CONCEIVE of? I get humor, but it is not worth killing believability, in my mind.
Then there is the number of Predators mentioned, which seems way over-done, (which I already mentioned, and Hurricane offered a possible solution for, but I think this needs to go beyond that). The Hunters, as I understand it, are a group of Ungulates who worship or serve the Predators, and in turn get Predator-esque enhancements and powers - NOT actual Predators themselves (atleast for the VAST majority). This distinction seems to get lost often.
"Oh, but Feanor, you are forgetting the Corn Oil!" Well, no, actually. You see, that is stupid. Stu-PID. The Hold is a MAGICAL prison, with MAGICAL doors, and MAGICAL locks. There is a good possibility that the creatures there are ethereal ghosties, and that their ability to slip through the cracks has no - I repeat, NO - correlation to, nor dependency upon, LUBRICATION.
Furthermore, this magical barrier has held back the Predators for millennia, and barring Prophetess level magic I don't think that anyone or anything could so much as budge this lock (weakened or no) on their own. Maybe all the magic users of Foenum working in concert could have some effect, but that is not the case. And why would we want it to be? The Predators re-entering Foenum would be like the climactic end of the GAME, which we haven't even reached the BEGINNING of yet. Yes, a few disembodied scouts have managed to slip through in the lore (and probably vanished shortly thereafter) but I don't think that is territory that should even be dabbled in for us. At best it should be a VERY rare and exceptional occurrence for anything from the Hold to be seen/interacted with. There is plenty of interesting content to be explored outside of Hell; see Giraffe War and current debacle. That's without even getting into inter-faction conflict. I think the standard OC has set with The Battle of Unruliness was very good, and should be the minimum for realism here.
Secondarily, my objection would be the wrench Base 4 throws in our strategy. That was a lot of time and effort trying to work that out with everyone. To be clear, I don't mind the fact that evacuating the hostage makes our plan a 100% chance failure (even if it does deflate the fun of the attack a bit), I can appreciate that it adds to realism (after all, missions can't be a smashing success all of the time), suspense, and makes the eventual rescue of Fleece all the more dramatic. What bothers me is that it gave us very little room to respond. We could either 'spy' the evacuation happening, and forget our 2 days of intricate strategy to give chase (which would have been rather anti-climactic if we succeeded, imo) or... ignore it, as we did. Leaving us here, facing a base that I don't think could or should exist, and which, if it does, is so absurdly difficult and convoluted that it would take EQUALLY absurd and unrealistic measures to defeat. In the Battle of Unruliness, OC managed to make a simple Giraffe encampment into a dynamic and complex (15 chapters complex!) battlefield. I don't think we need to shoot for crazy complexity here. Maybe just a regular ole Hunter hideout that is better than the Cave but not Alcatraz-on-steroids?
That said, I know I am getting alot into personal opinion here, and that not everyone (or anyone, necessarily) will agree. If this is the way people want to do things, I will ofcourse go along and do my best to be a good sport. I have a G.R.R Martin-ish view on realism and grittiness that might (for some) be at odds with this universe, and I don't ask that it be shared, but I DO think that keeping a more realistic, true-to-the-lore approach would make everything more fun and engaging.
That and keeping our characters (and factions) in relatively equal power ranges. I am pretty new to RP myself, but I don't need to be experienced to see why the Overpowered OC syndrome (Not you, OC), is so dreaded. Sorry Zero. I mean, a bear by itself is a strong pick in this world of hooves and rare magic. A robot bear? That could be indestructable to anything except a very strong magic-user. A ROBOT BEAR WITH A BALLISTIC ARSENAL FROM 10,000 YEARS IN THE FUTURE?! Just. Can't. Reconcile. (SORRY! I know you explained how that ended up happening.) I'm just gonna be honest though, in my head your just a bear (the fluffiest, best bear, ofcourse!). I just can't picture it any other way. I just pretend the transportation had side-effects. You already went through an inter-dimensional portal, surely it's not so far-fetched to think that the translation might have put you to this world as a real creature? Maybe it is a slow process where you are gradually flesh-ified? Or maybe the weapons just run out of ammo and there is no way to get more?! ANYTHING!! (There may be other examples of OPs, I just can't think of 'em instantly).
I also feel like posting this reminder to all and sundry - RP IS NOT ABOUT WINNING!
Think of it like we are all trying to write a story together, taking into account all the accompanying variables such as: believability, pacing, character intelligence (not just your own OC's), deus ex machinas, plot convenience, Mary Sues, etc. Do you fight and arrange things in your story to make your characters win every time? (Answer should be no.) Or do you try to arrange things for the most dramatic, enjoyable story that will keep readers guessing? Your story would be pretty boring if your character won every encounter, wouldn't it? See Stunt's recent post for example. Did he think he would win? No. He took a 1% chance, but it made for a very fun little event that rang true and ended with a realistic outcome. Magnifique!
Lastly I wanted to just say a few words about all this. I know I am being sarcastic, nit-picky, andpossibly rude, (for which I am sorry) but I need to post these things, because frankly some of them make it hard for me to enjoy myself here. That is part of the reason I have been distant from a lot of the RP for awhile. I understand this is pretty free-form stuff, but some structure and consistency is important, atleast to me. Ofcourse, I could just avoid interacting IC with those things I disagree with (which I have largely done) but in these large-scale events it is damn near impossible, hence my objections. Again, I don't mean to take this too far. This post is primarily for the purposes of clearing my own mind about things, getting some stuff off my chest, and just letting people know where I stand on things in general. I feel like an asshole, and am quite definitely taking this too seriously, but if I don't post it I'll just think it, so what the hell. My god have I really written all of this? I feel like I have been QQing for hours.
TL ; DR: I'm an asshole. I don't like Base 4. I don't believe in robot bears. I want this RP to be more like Game of Thrones (minus the nude scenes. Maybe.) RP is not about winning. (Sorry for double-post.)
TLDR at bottom.
So I gots to get some things off my burly, rippling pectorals here. I apologize in advance if this is offensive to any parties (it is), or if I descend into ranting at any point (I did), it is all in the spirit of trying to make this RP fun for everyone. But mostly me.
So some recent (and less recent) events have happened that I kinda don't agree with, and wish to belatedly express my lack of enthusiasm toward. If you have been keeping up on all of the faction threads, (Hunters, primarily) you may know what I'm talking about. Base 4. I already made a post in the now-locked thread about this matter, but I feel the need to elaborate. I disagree with this idea for a few reasons, but primary would be believability and staying true to the established Lore we are working off of.
The whole place as described seems far-fetched to me. Firstly, the place seems waay too intricate and well designed. We are a bunch of rag-tag factions here, only recently formed. That many-storied nightmare-prison seems far outside of what I understood our resources to be. Then there's the occupants. Lauren stated in a stream that she wanted Foenum to be populated by 99% 'non-rare' (read mythical) creatures, and there is mention of Rocs, Gargoyles and Kitsune all in this base? What about the mentions of technological powers that seem beyond what modern humans are capable of, let alone what our Ungulates could possibly even dream to CONCEIVE of? I get humor, but it is not worth killing believability, in my mind.
Then there is the number of Predators mentioned, which seems way over-done, (which I already mentioned, and Hurricane offered a possible solution for, but I think this needs to go beyond that). The Hunters, as I understand it, are a group of Ungulates who worship or serve the Predators, and in turn get Predator-esque enhancements and powers - NOT actual Predators themselves (atleast for the VAST majority). This distinction seems to get lost often.
"Oh, but Feanor, you are forgetting the Corn Oil!" Well, no, actually. You see, that is stupid. Stu-PID. The Hold is a MAGICAL prison, with MAGICAL doors, and MAGICAL locks. There is a good possibility that the creatures there are ethereal ghosties, and that their ability to slip through the cracks has no - I repeat, NO - correlation to, nor dependency upon, LUBRICATION.
Furthermore, this magical barrier has held back the Predators for millennia, and barring Prophetess level magic I don't think that anyone or anything could so much as budge this lock (weakened or no) on their own. Maybe all the magic users of Foenum working in concert could have some effect, but that is not the case. And why would we want it to be? The Predators re-entering Foenum would be like the climactic end of the GAME, which we haven't even reached the BEGINNING of yet. Yes, a few disembodied scouts have managed to slip through in the lore (and probably vanished shortly thereafter) but I don't think that is territory that should even be dabbled in for us. At best it should be a VERY rare and exceptional occurrence for anything from the Hold to be seen/interacted with. There is plenty of interesting content to be explored outside of Hell; see Giraffe War and current debacle. That's without even getting into inter-faction conflict. I think the standard OC has set with The Battle of Unruliness was very good, and should be the minimum for realism here.
Secondarily, my objection would be the wrench Base 4 throws in our strategy. That was a lot of time and effort trying to work that out with everyone. To be clear, I don't mind the fact that evacuating the hostage makes our plan a 100% chance failure (even if it does deflate the fun of the attack a bit), I can appreciate that it adds to realism (after all, missions can't be a smashing success all of the time), suspense, and makes the eventual rescue of Fleece all the more dramatic. What bothers me is that it gave us very little room to respond. We could either 'spy' the evacuation happening, and forget our 2 days of intricate strategy to give chase (which would have been rather anti-climactic if we succeeded, imo) or... ignore it, as we did. Leaving us here, facing a base that I don't think could or should exist, and which, if it does, is so absurdly difficult and convoluted that it would take EQUALLY absurd and unrealistic measures to defeat. In the Battle of Unruliness, OC managed to make a simple Giraffe encampment into a dynamic and complex (15 chapters complex!) battlefield. I don't think we need to shoot for crazy complexity here. Maybe just a regular ole Hunter hideout that is better than the Cave but not Alcatraz-on-steroids?
That said, I know I am getting alot into personal opinion here, and that not everyone (or anyone, necessarily) will agree. If this is the way people want to do things, I will ofcourse go along and do my best to be a good sport. I have a G.R.R Martin-ish view on realism and grittiness that might (for some) be at odds with this universe, and I don't ask that it be shared, but I DO think that keeping a more realistic, true-to-the-lore approach would make everything more fun and engaging.
That and keeping our characters (and factions) in relatively equal power ranges. I am pretty new to RP myself, but I don't need to be experienced to see why the Overpowered OC syndrome (Not you, OC), is so dreaded. Sorry Zero. I mean, a bear by itself is a strong pick in this world of hooves and rare magic. A robot bear? That could be indestructable to anything except a very strong magic-user. A ROBOT BEAR WITH A BALLISTIC ARSENAL FROM 10,000 YEARS IN THE FUTURE?! Just. Can't. Reconcile. (SORRY! I know you explained how that ended up happening.) I'm just gonna be honest though, in my head your just a bear (the fluffiest, best bear, ofcourse!). I just can't picture it any other way. I just pretend the transportation had side-effects. You already went through an inter-dimensional portal, surely it's not so far-fetched to think that the translation might have put you to this world as a real creature? Maybe it is a slow process where you are gradually flesh-ified? Or maybe the weapons just run out of ammo and there is no way to get more?! ANYTHING!! (There may be other examples of OPs, I just can't think of 'em instantly).
I also feel like posting this reminder to all and sundry - RP IS NOT ABOUT WINNING!
Think of it like we are all trying to write a story together, taking into account all the accompanying variables such as: believability, pacing, character intelligence (not just your own OC's), deus ex machinas, plot convenience, Mary Sues, etc. Do you fight and arrange things in your story to make your characters win every time? (Answer should be no.) Or do you try to arrange things for the most dramatic, enjoyable story that will keep readers guessing? Your story would be pretty boring if your character won every encounter, wouldn't it? See Stunt's recent post for example. Did he think he would win? No. He took a 1% chance, but it made for a very fun little event that rang true and ended with a realistic outcome. Magnifique!
Lastly I wanted to just say a few words about all this. I know I am being sarcastic, nit-picky, and
TL ; DR: I'm an asshole. I don't like Base 4. I don't believe in robot bears. I want this RP to be more like Game of Thrones (minus the nude scenes. Maybe.) RP is not about winning. (Sorry for double-post.)
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