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So you want US to let YOU kill the generals/leaders/whoever is in command of the giraffes and ALLOW you to leave peacefully!?!
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Guys, I think I'm starting to turn to the dark side, and I don't mean the Faction. I'm actually for this idea, but only a little bit, just a microorganism sized bit.
@Zero:
Fine, drop the council and holo-thingy part and it might work for NPCs. If you would like to deal with me or OC, you will have to come with somethig waaaaaaay more creative. That said, it's still pretty bad, but when you are a bear and maybe if you say that OC sent you I'm ok with it. I'm not going to squeze you more, for now...
@Stumphead
Well that's what I'm trying to achieve from the begining, but first we need to get there. Anyway, I'm glad that someone gets it.
@Yaski
Yes I meant the Caps Lock words and the, group against popular idea.
If I have to go back to the dice system. Then I must say it's quite fine, even when I didn't wanted to use solid set precentages. I wanted to use percentages depending on how much exact situation is dangerous a other things. But yea lets do it your way.
@Zero:
Fine, drop the council and holo-thingy part and it might work for NPCs. If you would like to deal with me or OC, you will have to come with somethig waaaaaaay more creative. That said, it's still pretty bad, but when you are a bear and maybe if you say that OC sent you I'm ok with it. I'm not going to squeze you more, for now...
@Stumphead
Well that's what I'm trying to achieve from the begining, but first we need to get there. Anyway, I'm glad that someone gets it.
@Yaski
Yes I meant the Caps Lock words and the, group against popular idea.
If I have to go back to the dice system. Then I must say it's quite fine, even when I didn't wanted to use solid set precentages. I wanted to use percentages depending on how much exact situation is dangerous a other things. But yea lets do it your way.
Apparently, Terode will only accept my convoluted plan if it just so happens that YOU sent me to talk to the predators. Thereby, ALLOWING my plan to at least get off the ground.
Waaaaait! I mean that you are lying to the local Hunters! (NPCs) xD Sweet Sunbottom Tyrant...
Come on! Do I need to do all the hard part? xD If you want to convience someone you need to give him something that he can trust you, even if you have to lie.
Waaaaait! I mean that you are lying to the local Hunters! (NPCs) xD Sweet Sunbottom Tyrant...
Come on! Do I need to do all the hard part? xD If you want to convience someone you need to give him something that he can trust you, even if you have to lie.
OOC: I propose the idea of keeping certain encounters between two players as private conversations, with someone keeping track of all the dice rolls (*cough* *cough* *DungeonMiner* *cough* *cough*) being invited along with all the people involved. Or something.
Alright, here's the new and improved plan, listen up everyone. We will strike at sunrise from the East. Those long necks of theirs won't help them see us approaching if they have the sun in their eyes. Me and my troops will be the opening salvo, diving from cloud-cover if available, if not I'll provide us with a coat of flames, blend in with the sun during our approach. When we engage, the rest of our army will move in. Cattlekind form the spearhead, lead the stampede, with Sheepdogs acting as flankers. Keep them boxed in, and in front of the cattle wedge. Sheepdogs are good herders so it should be easy. Sheep, direct them to pick off stragglers and any lone escapes at your own discretion, but coordinate. We don't need ten sheepdogs chasing down a lone giraffe when two would suffice. Velveetans and the Dark Side will be following the charge. Dark Siders, you have our big guns, you'll be inside the wedge formed by the cattle. When the momentum of the stampede starts to die down, or stops, open up. As close to their center as possible. Send up a flare, that will be the signal for my troops to pull out of the line of fire. Velveetans, you'll be behind the sheepdogs. You have more precise fire than the Dark Siders, when the charge stops you'll be in charge of picking off high priority targets and stragglers so that the sheepdogs and cattle can focus on holding the line.
Hunters, I leave this up to your predator instincts and because I don't fully know your numbers but strike around the same time as we do, but from the West. If you strike first, you'll distract them and our wedge will catch them off guard, might just be able to roll right through them without stopping. Strike at the same time, their attention will be pulled in two directions and command will have a hell of a time sorting it out. Strike just after, and they should be distracted enough for you to make easy pickings of their back lines. When my longma pull back from the Dark Side assault we will re-position to bolster you. Be advised everyone, while we are at war with the giraffes we are all still ungulates. Focus to subdue, not kill. That goes for you too Hunters. When we meet up with you, my troops will have orders to assist you only so long as we see you showing restraint. Should you demonstrate unnecessary lethality we will defend the giraffes from you even though they are our enemies.
This is only a preliminary plan, and my orders may change as I get a better idea of how many of each species we have forming our army and I gain a better idea of each player's capabilities. Which I need to begin right now, dismissed.
No, but I was starting to get sassy because nothing I've said has bode well with you, and I can't do my plan. But I like Yaski's plan a lot more than mine. (Yask, you sound like true General, I respect you for that.)
EDIT: Guys... I just noticed something... something VERY wrong.
Looking back on my posts I see that I've not only suggested a temporary truce with the hunters, not noly have I allowed them to hunt freely, but I've also rallied troops from all Factions with troops to spare...
Which sounds like I'm starting a war...
Being a PEACEkeeper, war shouldn't be what I'm thinking of.
And while it MAY be for the greater good, I've ACTIVELY tried to set off this bomb more than once... by myself...
I don't know if I'm cut out for politics when I'm not in the right mind, and I am NOT in the right mind...
So wait...this went from a plan to attack giraffekind with the hunters, to betraying the hunters, to attacking the giraffe with the hunters and literally everyone else.
I'm glad I washed my hands of this when I had the chance.
Then I'm sorry, I didn't want to push you even more. That OC part was just little important detail. You would just need to add "OC have sent me." phrase into your speech in order to eliminate any doubts from Hunters side. But yea I'm done poking you into something. I'm far behind a border and continuing would only make more bad blood. Do it the Yaski way... I will just go back to my den....
Alright, here's the new and improved plan, listen up everyone. We will strike at sunrise from the East. Those long necks of theirs won't help them see us approaching if they have the sun in their eyes. Me and my troops will be the opening salvo, diving from cloud-cover if available, if not I'll provide us with a coat of flames, blend in with the sun during our approach. When we engage, the rest of our army will move in. Cattlekind form the spearhead, lead the stampede, with Sheepdogs acting as flankers. Keep them boxed in, and in front of the cattle wedge. Sheepdogs are good herders so it should be easy. Sheep, direct them to pick off stragglers and any lone escapes at your own discretion, but coordinate. We don't need ten sheepdogs chasing down a lone giraffe when two would suffice. Velveetans and the Dark Side will be following the charge. Dark Siders, you have our big guns, you'll be inside the wedge formed by the cattle. When the momentum of the stampede starts to die down, or stops, open up. As close to their center as possible. Send up a flare, that will be the signal for my troops to pull out of the line of fire. Velveetans, you'll be behind the sheepdogs. You have more precise fire than the Dark Siders, when the charge stops you'll be in charge of picking off high priority targets and stragglers so that the sheepdogs and cattle can focus on holding the line.
Hunters, I leave this up to your predator instincts and because I don't fully know your numbers but strike around the same time as we do, but from the West. If you strike first, you'll distract them and our wedge will catch them off guard, might just be able to roll right through them without stopping. Strike at the same time, their attention will be pulled in two directions and command will have a hell of a time sorting it out. Strike just after, and they should be distracted enough for you to make easy pickings of their back lines. When my longma pull back from the Dark Side assault we will re-position to bolster you. Be advised everyone, while we are at war with the giraffes we are all still ungulates. Focus to subdue, not kill. That goes for you too Hunters. When we meet up with you, my troops will have orders to assist you only so long as we see you showing restraint. Should you demonstrate unnecessary lethality we will defend the giraffes from you even though they are our enemies.
This is only a preliminary plan, and my orders may change as I get a better idea of how many of each species we have forming our army and I gain a better idea of each player's capabilities. Which I need to begin right now, dismissed.
Well, your plan is rather... thorough. I request to be with the sheepdogs, as my strengths are more predatory in nature, with Fox-Fire being the most I can control to hit things like you request of the darkside. Besides, it's been a while since I've been able to test myself in the glory of combat! The first time since I've met Blue In fact.
Well, your plan is rather... thorough. I request to be with the sheepdogs, as my strengths are more predatory in nature, with Fox-Fire being the most I can control to hit things like you request of the darkside. Besides, it's been a while since I've been able to test myself in the glory of combat! The first time since I've met Blue In fact.
So wait...this went from a plan to attack giraffekind with the hunters, to betraying the hunters, to attacking the giraffe with the hunters and literally everyone else.
I'm glad I washed my hands of this when I had the chance.
OOC: While I am not opposed to the first two, I felt this was both A) most likely to go ahead without any more strategy changes and B) would give everyone who wanted to try the rolling system a chance to dip their toes in because anyone who wanted to join in would have a place in the army.
Their power augments us! It makes us more powerful then we could have ever dreamed. We were mighty before the masters gave us power. But you? What are you without your little oats and your sprites? You are the same as everything else. You. Are. Food.
Interesting, for such mighty warriors, I have heard precious little - nothing, in fact! - of your great deeds or prowess until the arrival of these Predator scouts and their warnings. We of Rein also have our benefactors, the difference between us is that our powers are proven, you have only to look upon our Great Nation to ascertain its potency. What have you to offer but bold words and empty threats? Show us the mighty works you have wrought with your vaunted power.
This power you claim to possess, if it exists at all, is merely a passing whim of the Hold Dwellers, and shall be discarded with the rest of you when the time of your usefulness passes. Ours is an arrangement of mutual respect, and shall far outlast your convenient 'alliance'.
I'm afraid you assume too much. While we hold great respect for the Empire, the Highest Ideal of Velvetia is No Compromise, and we will not take part in this corruption. We will not work alongside the very monsters we have pledged to destroy, not for any convenience. Battle the Giraffe if you must, but seek not our aid in the process. Should you see us upon the field of battle it will be to fight the TRUE threats to Foenum. This foolishness was perpetrated by the Cattle to begin with, let them clean up the mess they have so clumsily created. And if these long necked, garish coated beasts think to take their fight to us, then they may taste the Winter's mercy for themselves.
And you may call us Velveetas, or Velvetians if it please - those are the only names we answer too.
Alright, here's the new and improved plan, listen up everyone. We will strike at sunrise from the East. Those long necks of theirs won't help them see us approaching if they have the sun in their eyes. Me and my troops will be the opening salvo, diving from cloud-cover if available, if not I'll provide us with a coat of flames, blend in with the sun during our approach. When we engage, the rest of our army will move in. Cattlekind form the spearhead, lead the stampede, with Sheepdogs acting as flankers. Keep them boxed in, and in front of the cattle wedge. Sheepdogs are good herders so it should be easy. Sheep, direct them to pick off stragglers and any lone escapes at your own discretion, but coordinate. We don't need ten sheepdogs chasing down a lone giraffe when two would suffice. Velveetans and the Dark Side will be following the charge. Dark Siders, you have our big guns, you'll be inside the wedge formed by the cattle. When the momentum of the stampede starts to die down, or stops, open up. As close to their center as possible. Send up a flare, that will be the signal for my troops to pull out of the line of fire. Velveetans, you'll be behind the sheepdogs. You have more precise fire than the Dark Siders, when the charge stops you'll be in charge of picking off high priority targets and stragglers so that the sheepdogs and cattle can focus on holding the line.
Hunters, I leave this up to your predator instincts and because I don't fully know your numbers but strike around the same time as we do, but from the West. If you strike first, you'll distract them and our wedge will catch them off guard, might just be able to roll right through them without stopping. Strike at the same time, their attention will be pulled in two directions and command will have a hell of a time sorting it out. Strike just after, and they should be distracted enough for you to make easy pickings of their back lines. When my longma pull back from the Dark Side assault we will re-position to bolster you. Be advised everyone, while we are at war with the giraffes we are all still ungulates. Focus to subdue, not kill. That goes for you too Hunters. When we meet up with you, my troops will have orders to assist you only so long as we see you showing restraint. Should you demonstrate unnecessary lethality we will defend the giraffes from you even though they are our enemies.
This is only a preliminary plan, and my orders may change as I get a better idea of how many of each species we have forming our army and I gain a better idea of each player's capabilities. Which I need to begin right now, dismissed.
Don't you worry. If all goes according to plan, then the ranks of the Giraffe will have crumbled into civil war by the time your forces arrive.
OOC: Thus, I propose the following: Using the above rolling system, let us resolve the following plans,
First: The Hunter's plan of infiltration and dissolving of the command structure. A difficult tasks, but if successful, then the combined front will have a much easier success chance. If the task is a failure, then the difficulty of united front's task will be unaffected. If it is a large failure, then the Giraffe have been tipped off and bolster their defenses/or the Hunters suffer a terrible blow. If it was a complete catastrophe, then both happen.
Second: The united front's attack occurs. If successful, the Giraffe are routed and surrender. If it was a massive success, then the Hunters have also been dealt a blow. If it failed, the Giraffe continue to be a threat, and may go on the offensive. If it was a complete catastrophe, then the united front suffers terrible losses, and the Giraffe regroup and go on the offensive.
Alternatively: One could lump both into one random roll and then tell us the results, and we figure out the narrative from there. Or, if we wanted to be hardcore nerds, we could roll for each faction's goals in this conflict and then throw the results into one big pile to sort out what ended up happening.
I'm afraid you assume too much. While we hold great respect for the Empire, the Highest Ideal of Velvetia is No Compromise, and we will not take part in this corruption. We will not work alongside the very monsters we have pledged to destroy, not for any convenience. Battle the Giraffe if you must, but seek not our aid in the process. Should you see us upon the field of battle it will be to fight the TRUE threats to Foenum. This foolishness was perpetrated by the Cattle to begin with, let them clean up the mess they have so clumsily created. And if these long necked, garish coated beasts think to take their fight to us, then they may taste the Winter's mercy for themselves.
And you may call us Velveetas, or Velvetians if it please - those are the only names we answer too.
Don't you worry. If all goes according to plan, then the ranks of the Giraffe will have crumbled into civil war by the time your forces arrive.
OOC: Thus, I propose the following: Using the above rolling system, let us resolve the following plans,
First: The Hunter's plan of infiltration and dissolving of the command structure. A difficult tasks, but if successful, then the combined front will have a much easier success chance. If the task is a failure, then the difficulty of united front's task will be unaffected. If it is a large failure, then the Giraffe have been tipped off and bolster their defenses/or the Hunters suffer a terrible blow. If it was a complete catastrophe, then both happen.
Second: The united front's attack occurs. If successful, the Giraffe are routed and surrender. If it was a massive success, then the Hunters have also been dealt a blow. If it failed, the Giraffe continue to be a threat, and may go on the offensive. If it was a complete catastrophe, then the united front suffers terrible losses, and the Giraffe regroup and go on the offensive.
Alternatively: One could lump both into one random roll and then tell us the results, and we figure out the narrative from there. Or, if we wanted to be hardcore nerds, we could roll for each faction's goals in this conflict and then throw the results into one big pile to sort out what ended up happening.
Bah, alright then. Hunters, do your thing, subtlety and intrigue aren't my field of combat so I'll let you figure out how you are doing that. Should you be still hanging around at the time of our attack, then you take over the roles that the Velvetians would have filled, taking out priority targets as you already stated or picking off stragglers. Dark side, sheep, you'll have to run doubletime on your artillery and containment duties respectively. I'll see to it personally that the backline is dealt with. It'll be a bit messier than I'd prefer, but it'll hold.
Ahh, the rabbit... I'm afraid it may be too late, and we are preparing for GLORIOUS WAR AND BLOODSHED! *Clears throat* Woops, started embracing my hunter voice there for a second.... So..ahhh... Diplomacy won't help for THIS particular situation, but study up on it for future endeavors, we don't need another of these situations popping up. Now, if you know how to lead a charge of angry Cattle, be a dear and help us out, otherwise you can leave it to us. :}
Or, if we wanted to be hardcore nerds, we could roll for each faction's goals in this conflict and then throw the results into one big pile to sort out what ended up happening.
OOC: This was my sort of ideal situation when coming up with the rolling system. This way, everyone could contribute a personal story of what they do during the fight and how much it sways the overall battle. It's a bit more dynamic that way, and everyone gets to contribute a little bit. If we know about success/failure before we write, it loses the tension a bit IMO.
((Well, if we're waiting on the rolls, then I guess here we go:
I'm going to do a modified, simplified version of the degree of success version. I will roll a d100, once for the Hunter's Plan, and then for the United Front. A 1-15 is a critical success. 16-50 normal success. 51-65 success at a cost. 66-99 failure. 100, critical fail. (Why low score wins? Dark Heresy, that's why)
I propose that OC and friends were successful in ONLY taking out the leaders of the giraffes, and MAYBE got away with 2-3 giraffe slave/members. (I'm giving the floor to OC, since this was his part of the plan, although this seems like a pretty fair reward for the predators.)
Edit: Alright, our turn!
We *Inhale*
- Allowed OC and Terode and friends to hunt most of the giraffe's military leaders.
- Fought off and held our own against the giraffe army with only the Dark Side, Empire, Ariz-totzkans, and Pom Patrol. (Since Laurel said that deers wouldn't help over on their faction thread.)
- Dealt with a number of predators, we didn't get ALL of them of course, but we certainly got a bunch of them. (OC and Terode obviously made it out alive.)
- FINALLY resolved the issue with the giraffes, by weakening them to the point where they can't organize military battles against us any longer.
PHEW! *Gasp* *Gasp* *Wheeze* Oh I'm out of shape. (And I'm a mechanical bear...) There, to the victor go the spoils.
Now... about that bake off between the Dark Side and Empire....
I propose that OC and friends were successful in ONLY taking out the leaders of the giraffes, and MAYBE got away with 2-3 giraffe slave/members. (I'm giving the floor to OC, since this was his part of the plan, although this seems like a pretty fair reward for the predators.)
Edit: Alright, our turn!
We *Inhale*
- Allowed OC and Terode and friends to hunt most of the giraffe's military leaders.
- Fought off and held our own against the giraffe army with only the Dark Side, Ariz-totzkans, and Pom Patrol. (Since Laurel said that deers wouldn't help over on their faction thread.)
- Dealt with a number of predators, we didn't get ALL of them of course, but we certainly got a bunch of them. (OC and Terode obviously made it out alive.)
- FINALLY resolved the issue with the giraffes, by weakening them to the point where they can't organize military battles against us any longer.
PHEW! *Gasp* *Gasp* *Wheeze* Oh I'm out of shape. (And I'm a mechanical bear...) There, to the victor go the spoils.
Now... about that bake off between the Dark Side and Empire....
(While I'd be tempted to say that we suffered no casualties [with an argument of: We would have pulled out before the front arrived], the United Front did 'crit' as it were, and I presume that y'all would like to thin our numbers a bit. That said, I for one vote for the above results. Though I , and I suspect the other Hunters, wouldn't mind if said success didn't thin our numbers.)
(While I'd be tempted to say that we suffered no casualties [with an argument of: We would have pulled out before the front arrived], the United Front did 'crit' as it were, and I presume that y'all would like to thin our numbers a bit. That said, I for one vote for the above results. Though I , and I suspect the other Hunters, wouldn't mind if said success didn't thin our numbers.)
OOC: Well, part of our plan WAS to defeat them in such a way that we undermined your ability to grow strong from the war. Perhaps your succeeded in converting some of their leaders, but we crit successed and took out some of your troops so there was no net increase in your numbers. Perhaps you succeeded in netting some of your targets, but those who you failed to capture gave us accounts upon surrendering that allow us to better predict your tactics in the future. Perhaps you got out but left behind some critically damning evidence of your conversion tactics that bump your threat up from "need to be dealt with one day" to "need to be dealt with NOW." Or maybe our crit success was only that once the fighting was finished, the giraffe army revealed that only their politicians were angry and the soldiers themselves didn't really believe in the cause and would be happy to join our forces in the future. There are several ways we could do this. If we want, I layed rolled up success values for each of the individual factions of the UFC and if we wanted we could draw the rolls from a hat to see who's individual agenda's were most successful, then use that to determine the after effects.
(While I'd be tempted to say that we suffered no casualties [with an argument of: We would have pulled out before the front arrived], the United Front did 'crit' as it were, and I presume that y'all would like to thin our numbers a bit. That said, I for one vote for the above results. Though I , and I suspect the other Hunters, wouldn't mind if said success didn't thin our numbers.)
Yeah, the "Critical" was the reason behind the thinning you guys' numbers. Also, aren't you glad to be alive! I could very well have said that you and Terode didn't survive and have made you guys have to come back in some convoluted way, but I didn't and let you live to feast another day! (I mean, it would get pretty boring on these forums without our resident psychopath and psychopath in training trying to stop us from achieving peace.(Pulling a One Punch Man here.))
Edit: Aww man, but I already wrote what we succeeded in... Wait, did you say if we wanted? Now THAT piques my interest. Yaski, just for fun, could you do that and let everyone see what COULD have happened?
Edit: Aww man, but I already wrote what we succeeded in... Wait, did you say if we wanted? Now THAT piques my interest. Yaski, just for fun, could you do that and let everyone see what COULD have happened?
OOC: Well, I already rolled enough rolls for each faction, I just don't know which goes to who so I was just gonna have people call numbers for which roll they wanted (1-4).
OOC: Well, I already rolled enough rolls for each faction, I just don't know which goes to who so I was just gonna have people call numbers for which roll they wanted (1-4).
You get a 40, success. That leaves 1, 3, and 4 for Ariz-trotzka, The Empire, and the Dark side to figure out. For impartiality, I won't pick one for the empire, we'll get the left over. I didn't roll one for the hunters, because they have one already.
I choose 4 for the dark side. It's a good number. By which I mean it's a "bad" number, four is death, but nobody said the death of who so I'm going to hope it's our enemies'.
I choose 4 for the dark side. It's a good number. By which I mean it's a "bad" number, four is death, but nobody said the death of who so I'm going to hope it's our enemies'.
You get a 1, the absolute most critical success. Whatever your group's hidden agenda was for this battle, you achieved every last objective.
Rolls 1 and 3 remain. I haven't seen much of Ariz-trotzka on here, but I'll give them a day to come forward and pick.
You get a 40, success. That leaves 1, 3, and 4 for Ariz-trotzka, The Empire, and the Dark side to figure out. For impartiality, I won't pick one for the empire, we'll get the left over. I didn't roll one for the hunters, because they have one already.
You get a 1, the absolute most critical success. Whatever your group's hidden agenda was for this battle, you achieved every last objective.
Rolls 1 and 3 remain. I haven't seen much of Ariz-trotzka on here, but I'll give them a day to come forward and pick.
OOC: Okay... so I think I may have spent so much time explaining how the numbers worked that I neglected to fully explain how I envisioned the actual writing being done. I planned for the writing part to be more of an opportunity for everyone to create individually-dictated prose regarding their characters while still being able to contribute to the larger narrative. A 'great chain' kind of thing where everyone has a hand on the chain but no one person controls it. I mean, I don't want to get all hung up on this because what's been done works well and you all seem happy with it, but I just wanna make sure my darling little system is fully understood. Perhaps It would be best to just provide an example. I can't say I'm the best at writing prose but here we go:
"Why am I here?"
The thought flicked through Prime Minister Fleece's mind as the two large Giraffes turned around to face him. "I'm not a fighter... I'm a politician! I'm not even Prime Minister of the Sheeple nation, just a small faction of it!" He had to admit, when he first agreed to help fight alongside the other factions, he had jumped at the chance for purely selfish reasons. A unification? Hell yeah he'll take part! Joining together with other factions in a time of war is a surefire way of gaining allies for the future. Brothers and sisters, forged by the flame! No way he was letting the Pom Patrol miss out on that! And when his subjects turned around, they would see their wonderful leader fighting right alongside them! ...But actually being here, flanking the enemy, running into battle... there was a reason why he let his assistant lead the charge, while he stayed near the back, trying his hardest to go unnoticed.
Not that it did him much good in the end. Two of the Giraffes recognised him as the Pom Patrol's leader, and had managed to single him out and corner him against a large rock. Fleece's four adorable puppies growled and yipped at the tall yellow figures, not willing to attack without a command. But who should he attack? There was no way one of these tougher-than-average giraffes would go down without all four of his puppies on the job, but sending them after just one Giraffe would leave him open to attack from the other. "I can't go down," he thought, "The Pom Patrol has already had their first leader go MIA. They can't afford to lose another one. It would crush them. I can't do that to my Sheeple..."
One of the Giraffes lowered their head, stopping it inches from Fleece's face. "What are you waiting for, little cotton ball?" he said with a sadistic grin. "Send out your adorable little troops. They can't stop us both..."
That's when the Prime Minister had an idea. The giraffe was right, the puppies couldn't take BOTH of the giraffes on. But maybe he could distract one of the Giraffes long enough to allow the puppies to take out the Giraffes one at a time! But how? "What would Pom do..."
Suddenly, Fleece jumped up and grabbed onto the face of the Giraffe that was leaning over. He wrapped his legs tightly around the Giraffe's face, covering it's eyes and forcing it's mouth shut. The Giraffe let out a muffled yell, and reared back, lifting Fleece six meters into the air! "NOW PUPPIES! GET THE OTHER GIRAFFE! I'VE GOT THIS ONE!" He most certainly did not have this one, but the puppies obliged, running in and biting the ankles of the other giraffe. All Fleece had to do was hold on tight and avoid getting flung off long enough for his puppies to come back and save him. Easier said than done. The Giraffe swung it's head wildly, the rapid movement causing Fleece to loosen his grip (and feel a little queasy).
"...I'm pretty sure this is, in fact, NOT what Pom would have done..."
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OOC: This is when you guys come in! At this point, we discuss Fleece's chances of success. Because this is just an example, I'll make the decision myself, but normally we would have a quick forum to decide on fair stats. So, Fleece's plan probably wasn't the best, but his puppies are pretty good. They'll probably take out that other Giraffe pretty quick and be back to save Fleece in no time. Plus adrenaline will probably keep Fleece hanging on for a little longer than he normally could. Still, that wouldn't be long... Let's say he has a 70% chance of success. Plugging that in to Yaski's formula, that's a 14% (1-14) chance of Great Success, 56% (15-70) chance of Success, 24% (71-94) chance of Failure, 6% (95-100) chance of Catastrophic Failure.
At this point, someone else would do the dice roll. Again, because this is just an example, I'll do it myself. 89. Failure. Well, so goes the story. And now, the exciting conclusion...
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You know that gentle fabric sound you hear when you scrape your fingernails over a clean bedsheet? That's the sound Fleece's wool made as he was thrown off the nose of the aggressive Giraffe. Fleece, having had his lovely woolen coat with him all his life, was very familiar with this sound. He had to admit, however, that this was the first time he had really experienced the sound of a sheep being violently flung against a tree. If he wasn't unconscious before he hit the ground, he also would have had the pleasure of hearing the unique, muffled noise of two breaking ribs and a breaking foreleg.
His puppies, however, were still wide awake. They abandoned the fight and ran over to their downed master, dodging through the stomping legs of the angry Giraffe duo. The puppies took up a defensive stance in front of Fleece, baring their teeth and growling, warning the Giraffes to back down. It made no difference to the Giraffes, though. The leader of the Pom Patrol had been incapacitated, his puppies were no longer standing in their way, and another group of Giraffes had just started battling a Longma not far away. No sense in missing out on that. The duo turned and left Fleece, bleeding, at the base of the tree.
One of Fleece's puppies nuzzled him with its nose. Fleece stirred, then came too, wincing in pain. "Augh... did I win?" The puppy nuzzles Fleece again, comforting him. Fleece extends a weak hoof and pats the puppy on the head. "I guess not, then..." He sighs. "Guess I'm down for the count, huh? That's okay... I needed a quick break anyway..." The middle of a magical, multi-species battle usually isn't the best place to take 5, but it's not like Fleece had much choice in the matter. He just hoped his allies would take care of any threats before they had a chance to come his way. And if the United Front lost the battle and had to leave him there?
...Well, Fleece just hoped they didn't lose the battle.
That was a lot of work. But you can see how that little story was formed completely by me, with a very minor randomized element to keep it exciting. If someone wrote a story like this about a more decisive fight, it could even sway the outcome of the overall war, and leave a big mark on the other stories. But yeah, that was a lot to do, so if you guys want to keep doing it the Short 'n Sweet way to keep things moving, you're more than welcome.
OOC: Okay... so I think I may have spent so much time explaining how the numbers worked that I neglected to fully explain how I envisioned the actual writing being done. I planned for the writing part to be more of an opportunity for everyone to create individually-dictated prose regarding their characters while still being able to contribute to the larger narrative. A 'great chain' kind of thing where everyone has a hand on the chain but no one person controls it. I mean, I don't want to get all hung up on this because what's been done works well and you all seem happy with it, but I just wanna make sure my darling little system is fully understood. Perhaps It would be best to just provide an example. I can't say I'm the best at writing prose but here we go:
"Why am I here?"
The thought flicked through Prime Minister Fleece's mind as the two large Giraffes turned around to face him. "I'm not a fighter... I'm a politician! I'm not even Prime Minister of the Sheeple nation, just a small faction of it!" He had to admit, when he first agreed to help fight alongside the other factions, he had jumped at the chance for purely selfish reasons. A unification? Hell yeah he'll take part! Joining together with other factions in a time of war is a surefire way of gaining allies for the future. Brothers and sisters, forged by the flame! No way he was letting the Pom Patrol miss out on that! And when his subjects turned around, they would see their wonderful leader fighting right alongside them! ...But actually being here, flanking the enemy, running into battle... there was a reason why he let his assistant lead the charge, while he stayed near the back, trying his hardest to go unnoticed.
Not that it did him much good in the end. Two of the Giraffes recognised him as the Pom Patrol's leader, and had managed to single him out and corner him against a large rock. Fleece's four adorable puppies growled and yipped at the tall yellow figures, not willing to attack without a command. But who should he attack? There was no way one of these tougher-than-average giraffes would go down without all four of his puppies on the job, but sending them after just one Giraffe would leave him open to attack from the other. "I can't go down," he thought, "The Pom Patrol has already had their first leader go MIA. They can't afford to lose another one. It would crush them. I can't do that to my Sheeple..."
One of the Giraffes lowered their head, stopping it inches from Fleece's face. "What are you waiting for, little cotton ball?" he said with a sadistic grin. "Send out your adorable little troops. They can't stop us both..."
That's when the Prime Minister had an idea. The giraffe was right, the puppies couldn't take BOTH of the giraffes on. But maybe he could distract one of the Giraffes long enough to allow the puppies to take out the Giraffes one at a time! But how? "What would Pom do..."
Suddenly, Fleece jumped up and grabbed onto the face of the Giraffe that was leaning over. He wrapped his legs tightly around the Giraffe's face, covering it's eyes and forcing it's mouth shut. The Giraffe let out a muffled yell, and reared back, lifting Fleece six meters into the air! "NOW PUPPIES! GET THE OTHER GIRAFFE! I'VE GOT THIS ONE!" He most certainly did not have this one, but the puppies obliged, running in and biting the ankles of the other giraffe. All Fleece had to do was hold on tight and avoid getting flung off long enough for his puppies to come back and save him. Easier said than done. The Giraffe swung it's head wildly, the rapid movement causing Fleece to loosen his grip (and feel a little queasy).
"...I'm pretty sure this is, in fact, NOT what Pom would have done..."
---
OOC: This is when you guys come in! At this point, we discuss Fleece's chances of success. Because this is just an example, I'll make the decision myself, but normally we would have a quick forum to decide on fair stats. So, Fleece's plan probably wasn't the best, but his puppies are pretty good. They'll probably take out that other Giraffe pretty quick and be back to save Fleece in no time. Plus adrenaline will probably keep Fleece hanging on for a little longer than he normally could. Still, that wouldn't be long... Let's say he has a 70% chance of success. Plugging that in to Yaski's formula, that's a 14% (1-14) chance of Great Success, 56% (15-70) chance of Success, 24% (71-94) chance of Failure, 6% (95-100) chance of Catastrophic Failure.
At this point, someone else would do the dice roll. Again, because this is just an example, I'll do it myself. 89. Failure. Well, so goes the story. And now, the exciting conclusion...
---
You know that gentle fabric sound you hear when you scrape your fingernails over a clean bedsheet? That's the sound Fleece's wool made as he was thrown off the nose of the aggressive Giraffe. Fleece, having had his lovely woolen coat with him all his life, was very familiar with this sound. He had to admit, however, that this was the first time he had really experienced the sound of a sheep being violently flung against a tree. If he wasn't unconscious before he hit the ground, he also would have had the pleasure of hearing the unique, muffled noise of two breaking ribs and a breaking foreleg.
His puppies, however, were still wide awake. They abandoned the fight and ran over to their downed master, dodging through the stomping legs of the angry Giraffe duo. The puppies took up a defensive stance in front of Fleece, baring their teeth and growling, warning the Giraffes to back down. It made no difference to the Giraffes, though. The leader of the Pom Patrol had been incapacitated, his puppies were no longer standing in their way, and another group of Giraffes had just started battling a Longma not far away. No sense in missing out on that. The duo turned and left Fleece, bleeding, at the base of the tree.
One of Fleece's puppies nuzzled him with its nose. Fleece stirred, then came too, wincing in pain. "Augh... did I win?" The puppy nuzzles Fleece again, comforting him. Fleece extends a weak hoof and pats the puppy on the head. "I guess not, then..." He sighs. "Guess I'm down for the count, huh? That's okay... I needed a quick break anyway..." The middle of a magical, multi-species battle usually isn't the best place to take 5, but it's not like Fleece had much choice in the matter. He just hoped his allies would take care of any threats before they had a chance to come his way. And if the United Front lost the battle and had to leave him there?
...Well, Fleece just hoped they didn't lose the battle.
That was a lot of work. But you can see how that little story was formed completely by me, with a very minor randomized element to keep it exciting. If someone wrote a story like this about a more decisive fight, it could even sway the outcome of the overall war, and leave a big mark on the other stories. But yeah, that was a lot to do, so if you guys want to keep doing it the Short 'n Sweet way to keep things moving, you're more than welcome.
OOC: I agree, I too planned to write a story once everyone's rolls had been figured out. It could be a collaborative story with each person contributing, or I could just hear what each person's goals to accomplish were, whether they succeeded or failed, and then write it all myself. While we could do a more fluid, dynamic system, where we do rolls as they come up, this is a forum, not a chat room. We can't always rely on everyone being here at the same time like a pen and paper RPG, so I wanted to get the rolls established ahead of time, and then once we knew the general outline of the story based on how successful each player was, then we could write the entire thing out.
Edit: I really like your way of doing it Stunthead, and I would love to do a freeform "turn based-ish" rpg like that, but I just wasn't certain if it was practical with everyone jumping in and out.
OOC: Okay... so I think I may have spent so much time explaining how the numbers worked that I neglected to fully explain how I envisioned the actual writing being done. I planned for the writing part to be more of an opportunity for everyone to create individually-dictated prose regarding their characters while still being able to contribute to the larger narrative. A 'great chain' kind of thing where everyone has a hand on the chain but no one person controls it. I mean, I don't want to get all hung up on this because what's been done works well and you all seem happy with it, but I just wanna make sure my darling little system is fully understood. Perhaps It would be best to just provide an example. I can't say I'm the best at writing prose but here we go:
"Why am I here?"
The thought flicked through Prime Minister Fleece's mind as the two large Giraffes turned around to face him. "I'm not a fighter... I'm a politician! I'm not even Prime Minister of the Sheeple nation, just a small faction of it!" He had to admit, when he first agreed to help fight alongside the other factions, he had jumped at the chance for purely selfish reasons. A unification? Hell yeah he'll take part! Joining together with other factions in a time of war is a surefire way of gaining allies for the future. Brothers and sisters, forged by the flame! No way he was letting the Pom Patrol miss out on that! And when his subjects turned around, they would see their wonderful leader fighting right alongside them! ...But actually being here, flanking the enemy, running into battle... there was a reason why he let his assistant lead the charge, while he stayed near the back, trying his hardest to go unnoticed.
Not that it did him much good in the end. Two of the Giraffes recognised him as the Pom Patrol's leader, and had managed to single him out and corner him against a large rock. Fleece's four adorable puppies growled and yipped at the tall yellow figures, not willing to attack without a command. But who should he attack? There was no way one of these tougher-than-average giraffes would go down without all four of his puppies on the job, but sending them after just one Giraffe would leave him open to attack from the other. "I can't go down," he thought, "The Pom Patrol has already had their first leader go MIA. They can't afford to lose another one. It would crush them. I can't do that to my Sheeple..."
One of the Giraffes lowered their head, stopping it inches from Fleece's face. "What are you waiting for, little cotton ball?" he said with a sadistic grin. "Send out your adorable little troops. They can't stop us both..."
That's when the Prime Minister had an idea. The giraffe was right, the puppies couldn't take BOTH of the giraffes on. But maybe he could distract one of the Giraffes long enough to allow the puppies to take out the Giraffes one at a time! But how? "What would Pom do..."
Suddenly, Fleece jumped up and grabbed onto the face of the Giraffe that was leaning over. He wrapped his legs tightly around the Giraffe's face, covering it's eyes and forcing it's mouth shut. The Giraffe let out a muffled yell, and reared back, lifting Fleece six meters into the air! "NOW PUPPIES! GET THE OTHER GIRAFFE! I'VE GOT THIS ONE!" He most certainly did not have this one, but the puppies obliged, running in and biting the ankles of the other giraffe. All Fleece had to do was hold on tight and avoid getting flung off long enough for his puppies to come back and save him. Easier said than done. The Giraffe swung it's head wildly, the rapid movement causing Fleece to loosen his grip (and feel a little queasy).
"...I'm pretty sure this is, in fact, NOT what Pom would have done..."
---
OOC: This is when you guys come in! At this point, we discuss Fleece's chances of success. Because this is just an example, I'll make the decision myself, but normally we would have a quick forum to decide on fair stats. So, Fleece's plan probably wasn't the best, but his puppies are pretty good. They'll probably take out that other Giraffe pretty quick and be back to save Fleece in no time. Plus adrenaline will probably keep Fleece hanging on for a little longer than he normally could. Still, that wouldn't be long... Let's say he has a 70% chance of success. Plugging that in to Yaski's formula, that's a 14% (1-14) chance of Great Success, 56% (15-70) chance of Success, 24% (71-94) chance of Failure, 6% (95-100) chance of Catastrophic Failure.
At this point, someone else would do the dice roll. Again, because this is just an example, I'll do it myself. 89. Failure. Well, so goes the story. And now, the exciting conclusion...
---
You know that gentle fabric sound you hear when you scrape your fingernails over a clean bedsheet? That's the sound Fleece's wool made as he was thrown off the nose of the aggressive Giraffe. Fleece, having had his lovely woolen coat with him all his life, was very familiar with this sound. He had to admit, however, that this was the first time he had really experienced the sound of a sheep being violently flung against a tree. If he wasn't unconscious before he hit the ground, he also would have had the pleasure of hearing the unique, muffled noise of two breaking ribs and a breaking foreleg.
His puppies, however, were still wide awake. They abandoned the fight and ran over to their downed master, dodging through the stomping legs of the angry Giraffe duo. The puppies took up a defensive stance in front of Fleece, baring their teeth and growling, warning the Giraffes to back down. It made no difference to the Giraffes, though. The leader of the Pom Patrol had been incapacitated, his puppies were no longer standing in their way, and another group of Giraffes had just started battling a Longma not far away. No sense in missing out on that. The duo turned and left Fleece, bleeding, at the base of the tree.
One of Fleece's puppies nuzzled him with its nose. Fleece stirred, then came too, wincing in pain. "Augh... did I win?" The puppy nuzzles Fleece again, comforting him. Fleece extends a weak hoof and pats the puppy on the head. "I guess not, then..." He sighs. "Guess I'm down for the count, huh? That's okay... I needed a quick break anyway..." The middle of a magical, multi-species battle usually isn't the best place to take 5, but it's not like Fleece had much choice in the matter. He just hoped his allies would take care of any threats before they had a chance to come his way. And if the United Front lost the battle and had to leave him there?
...Well, Fleece just hoped they didn't lose the battle.
That was a lot of work. But you can see how that little story was formed completely by me, with a very minor randomized element to keep it exciting. If someone wrote a story like this about a more decisive fight, it could even sway the outcome of the overall war, and leave a big mark on the other stories. But yeah, that was a lot to do, so if you guys want to keep doing it the Short 'n Sweet way to keep things moving, you're more than welcome.
OOC: I agree, I too planned to write a story once everyone's rolls had been figured out. It could be a collaborative story with each person contributing, or I could just hear what each person's goals to accomplish were, whether they succeeded or failed, and then write it all myself. While we could do a more fluid, dynamic system, where we do rolls as they come up, this is a forum, not a chat room. We can't always rely on everyone being here at the same time like a pen and paper RPG, so I wanted to get the rolls established ahead of time, and then once we knew the general outline of the story based on how successful each player was, then we could write the entire thing out.
If that's how we're doing this then I'll write MY side.... Right....NOW!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Wiggly, Wiggly)
(Flashback)
On the designated day of battle, I powered up and took stock of my inventory,
- Infinite "Magic" bullets
- Infinite "Magic" grenades
- Add-on pusher option: Ready!
Catchphrase ACTIVATE!
LET'S GET IT ON!!!!!
As I made my way to the UFC, I reviewed the plan of attack in my database,
- I go ALONE to warn the giraffes.
- The Hunters would take out the giraffes military leaders after the Longma have struck first.
- The Longma strike first.
- The Dark Side, Empire, Pom Patrol, and Ariz-totzka swarm the giraffe in their own way (Don't judge me, I'm trying to mix like 3 different plans together into 1.)
- (Secret UFC objective) Turn on the Hunters and take some of them out.
- Win.
The plan was set. Time to make it happen...
As the Council met and organized the strategy I started to feel... strange. Like, there was something inside of me building up and gathering strength until it was ready to be released. I had suppressed it throughout the meeting and had only caught the gist of everyone else's plans. As the forces gathered a few kilometers away from the battlefield the feeling in my gut grew stronger, but I did not speak. Looking over all of the assembled troops, Unicorns, Longma, Sheep, I grew determined to see this through to the end.
...
The time had come to act. The Longma had taken flight and were on their way to war. GRRRRR
What was that? THAT was new... I think...
I couldn't dwell on this thought for long, because the time had come to attack. We watched as the Longma attacked from the sky, it looked as if a blazing inferno were lashing out at the ground. My electronics were racing, my mind thinking of the best way to subdue the most enemies with the least amount of force... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Oof, that feeling, again!? HERE!?!? I remebered what that feeling meant, it usually involved a River of Red, and that was NOT the plan. The Sheep pushed on and fought alongside the Cattle, while the Dark Side flanked the giraffe with the Empire, as a few Hunters were trying to run off with giraffe soldiers.
I ran.
I couldn't be a part of this.
Not while THAT was here! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My circuitry couldn't handle all of the pressure it was under and so, I rebooted.
...
I couldn't do anything, but watch what happened.
My body moved on its own, it stretched and tested its weapons.
Real bullets. "Uh oh..."
Real grenades. "No...no..."
My body started moving toward the battle...
"NO! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! AUGH!"
My guns were pointed at the biggest cluster of ungulates I could find and as my hrenade launchers loaded up...
"NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!"
And then... A giraffe FLOORED me with its ridiculous long neck. The grenade launched straight up into the air... and fell into a nearby lake.
*BOOM*
I slammed into a tree and regained control of my body, I quickly changed back into "magic" bullets and opened up a flurry at the giraffe. (Magic bullets HURT, but can't kill.) Weakened, but not out I limped to cover, where I found out some of my circuitry would need repairs. That was disappointing, but at least I didn't turn back into "That." The rest of the battle went as planned, we even managed to snag a few Hunters, I even caught some of my fellow Reps throwing down. I was upset that I could mot do more for the Council, but I hoped that my comrades would understand once I explained what the situation was.
~~~~~~~~~~~(Wiggly, Wiggly)
Take it away someone else!
OOC: Okay... so I think I may have spent so much time explaining how the numbers worked that I neglected to fully explain how I envisioned the actual writing being done. I planned for the writing part to be more of an opportunity for everyone to create individually-dictated prose regarding their characters while still being able to contribute to the larger narrative. A 'great chain' kind of thing where everyone has a hand on the chain but no one person controls it. I mean, I don't want to get all hung up on this because what's been done works well and you all seem happy with it, but I just wanna make sure my darling little system is fully understood. Perhaps It would be best to just provide an example. I can't say I'm the best at writing prose but here we go:
"Why am I here?"
The thought flicked through Prime Minister Fleece's mind as the two large Giraffes turned around to face him. "I'm not a fighter... I'm a politician! I'm not even Prime Minister of the Sheeple nation, just a small faction of it!" He had to admit, when he first agreed to help fight alongside the other factions, he had jumped at the chance for purely selfish reasons. A unification? Hell yeah he'll take part! Joining together with other factions in a time of war is a surefire way of gaining allies for the future. Brothers and sisters, forged by the flame! No way he was letting the Pom Patrol miss out on that! And when his subjects turned around, they would see their wonderful leader fighting right alongside them! ...But actually being here, flanking the enemy, running into battle... there was a reason why he let his assistant lead the charge, while he stayed near the back, trying his hardest to go unnoticed.
Not that it did him much good in the end. Two of the Giraffes recognised him as the Pom Patrol's leader, and had managed to single him out and corner him against a large rock. Fleece's four adorable puppies growled and yipped at the tall yellow figures, not willing to attack without a command. But who should he attack? There was no way one of these tougher-than-average giraffes would go down without all four of his puppies on the job, but sending them after just one Giraffe would leave him open to attack from the other. "I can't go down," he thought, "The Pom Patrol has already had their first leader go MIA. They can't afford to lose another one. It would crush them. I can't do that to my Sheeple..."
One of the Giraffes lowered their head, stopping it inches from Fleece's face. "What are you waiting for, little cotton ball?" he said with a sadistic grin. "Send out your adorable little troops. They can't stop us both..."
That's when the Prime Minister had an idea. The giraffe was right, the puppies couldn't take BOTH of the giraffes on. But maybe he could distract one of the Giraffes long enough to allow the puppies to take out the Giraffes one at a time! But how? "What would Pom do..."
Suddenly, Fleece jumped up and grabbed onto the face of the Giraffe that was leaning over. He wrapped his legs tightly around the Giraffe's face, covering it's eyes and forcing it's mouth shut. The Giraffe let out a muffled yell, and reared back, lifting Fleece six meters into the air! "NOW PUPPIES! GET THE OTHER GIRAFFE! I'VE GOT THIS ONE!" He most certainly did not have this one, but the puppies obliged, running in and biting the ankles of the other giraffe. All Fleece had to do was hold on tight and avoid getting flung off long enough for his puppies to come back and save him. Easier said than done. The Giraffe swung it's head wildly, the rapid movement causing Fleece to loosen his grip (and feel a little queasy).
"...I'm pretty sure this is, in fact, NOT what Pom would have done..."
---
OOC: This is when you guys come in! At this point, we discuss Fleece's chances of success. Because this is just an example, I'll make the decision myself, but normally we would have a quick forum to decide on fair stats. So, Fleece's plan probably wasn't the best, but his puppies are pretty good. They'll probably take out that other Giraffe pretty quick and be back to save Fleece in no time. Plus adrenaline will probably keep Fleece hanging on for a little longer than he normally could. Still, that wouldn't be long... Let's say he has a 70% chance of success. Plugging that in to Yaski's formula, that's a 14% (1-14) chance of Great Success, 56% (15-70) chance of Success, 24% (71-94) chance of Failure, 6% (95-100) chance of Catastrophic Failure.
At this point, someone else would do the dice roll. Again, because this is just an example, I'll do it myself. 89. Failure. Well, so goes the story. And now, the exciting conclusion...
---
You know that gentle fabric sound you hear when you scrape your fingernails over a clean bedsheet? That's the sound Fleece's wool made as he was thrown off the nose of the aggressive Giraffe. Fleece, having had his lovely woolen coat with him all his life, was very familiar with this sound. He had to admit, however, that this was the first time he had really experienced the sound of a sheep being violently flung against a tree. If he wasn't unconscious before he hit the ground, he also would have had the pleasure of hearing the unique, muffled noise of two breaking ribs and a breaking foreleg.
His puppies, however, were still wide awake. They abandoned the fight and ran over to their downed master, dodging through the stomping legs of the angry Giraffe duo. The puppies took up a defensive stance in front of Fleece, baring their teeth and growling, warning the Giraffes to back down. It made no difference to the Giraffes, though. The leader of the Pom Patrol had been incapacitated, his puppies were no longer standing in their way, and another group of Giraffes had just started battling a Longma not far away. No sense in missing out on that. The duo turned and left Fleece, bleeding, at the base of the tree.
One of Fleece's puppies nuzzled him with its nose. Fleece stirred, then came too, wincing in pain. "Augh... did I win?" The puppy nuzzles Fleece again, comforting him. Fleece extends a weak hoof and pats the puppy on the head. "I guess not, then..." He sighs. "Guess I'm down for the count, huh? That's okay... I needed a quick break anyway..." The middle of a magical, multi-species battle usually isn't the best place to take 5, but it's not like Fleece had much choice in the matter. He just hoped his allies would take care of any threats before they had a chance to come his way. And if the United Front lost the battle and had to leave him there?
...Well, Fleece just hoped they didn't lose the battle.
That was a lot of work. But you can see how that little story was formed completely by me, with a very minor randomized element to keep it exciting. If someone wrote a story like this about a more decisive fight, it could even sway the outcome of the overall war, and leave a big mark on the other stories. But yeah, that was a lot to do, so if you guys want to keep doing it the Short 'n Sweet way to keep things moving, you're more than welcome.
OOC: Okay... so I think I may have spent so much time explaining how the numbers worked that I neglected to fully explain how I envisioned the actual writing being done. I planned for the writing part to be more of an opportunity for everyone to create individually-dictated prose regarding their characters while still being able to contribute to the larger narrative. A 'great chain' kind of thing where everyone has a hand on the chain but no one person controls it. I mean, I don't want to get all hung up on this because what's been done works well and you all seem happy with it, but I just wanna make sure my darling little system is fully understood. Perhaps It would be best to just provide an example. I can't say I'm the best at writing prose but here we go:
---
OOC: This is when you guys come in! At this point, we discuss Fleece's chances of success. Because this is just an example, I'll make the decision myself, but normally we would have a quick forum to decide on fair stats. So, Fleece's plan probably wasn't the best, but his puppies are pretty good. They'll probably take out that other Giraffe pretty quick and be back to save Fleece in no time. Plus adrenaline will probably keep Fleece hanging on for a little longer than he normally could. Still, that wouldn't be long... Let's say he has a 70% chance of success. Plugging that in to Yaski's formula, that's a 14% (1-14) chance of Great Success, 56% (15-70) chance of Success, 24% (71-94) chance of Failure, 6% (95-100) chance of Catastrophic Failure.
At this point, someone else would do the dice roll. Again, because this is just an example, I'll do it myself. 89. Failure. Well, so goes the story. And now, the exciting conclusion...
That was a lot of work. But you can see how that little story was formed completely by me, with a very minor randomized element to keep it exciting. If someone wrote a story like this about a more decisive fight, it could even sway the outcome of the overall war, and leave a big mark on the other stories. But yeah, that was a lot to do, so if you guys want to keep doing it the Short 'n Sweet way to keep things moving, you're more than welcome.
OOC: I agree, I too planned to write a story once everyone's rolls had been figured out. It could be a collaborative story with each person contributing, or I could just hear what each person's goals to accomplish were, whether they succeeded or failed, and then write it all myself. While we could do a more fluid, dynamic system, where we do rolls as they come up, this is a forum, not a chat room. We can't always rely on everyone being here at the same time like a pen and paper RPG, so I wanted to get the rolls established ahead of time, and then once we knew the general outline of the story based on how successful each player was, then we could write the entire thing out.
Edit: I really like your way of doing it Stunthead, and I would love to do a freeform "turn based-ish" rpg like that, but I just wasn't certain if it was practical with everyone jumping in and out.
It's amusing that several of us seemed to have the same plan in mind. Not gonna lie, I too was thinking much the same thing: Wait to see what would happen and either write The Hunters bit, or write the whole thing as one large narrative. As stated, while doing turn-by-turn RP would be fun (and, not gonna lie, I'd be down for it ), I think doing it on such a personal level isn't plausible in this format. Thus, why not simply either choose someone to write the narritive of what happened, or each rep either writes or posts (assuming someone else in the faction wants to write) their part of it?
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