The Tree-Clubhouse Gang are (almost) grounded

POSTED BY: cozen
UPDATED: Monday, June 6, 2005 16:30
VIEWED: 33497
PAGE 12 of 25

PREV PAGE 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 NEXT PAGE

CHRISTHECYNIC

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:20 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
Actually. . .we've only had ONE resurrection. . .and since then, the rule was created that there would be NO DYING.

By default. . .members of our happy little band are barred from killing each other as well.

Or picking fights.

Or powergaming.

Interesting, not the impression that she gave, but I suppose I must follow the rules, no hammocks, no killing, except the bad guys, no choosing who the bad guys are, and exactly what is “powergaming”?

*Walks from the thread, slightly annoyed at the removal of conflict from the plot but happy to know that there is a place where Shakespeare is obviously outlawed by default*

CHRISTHECYNIC

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:25 AM

But Mal said we couldn't relax in the hammocks unless we intentionally broke the rules as suggested by twg.

But then if we do that why not break other rules? (Like the ones you gave that Mal already said I could break.)

I'm just confused.

Regardless, as requested this shall end.

RAT

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:37 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by christhecynic:
*Offers TGJ a soda*

*Rat takes the RootBeer from CTC.*

Quote:
Originally posted by christhecynic:
I want hammocks to be served on a first-come first-served basis.

As long as we're throwing back to the olden days, we may as well have a rival clubhouse(or maybe even a rival clubhouse thread)!

Ratboy - Acquisitions Officer - Uss SereniTREE.

JAZAF

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:39 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:

The basic rules of the clubhouse are....

'Mind If I crash in one of the Bean bags before I get up and assist in any way possible? I think my head might explode from the all the stuff that just went down.' that being said Jazaf promptly sits on a bean bag. Holding his head in his hands he looks around the room.

---------------------------------------
Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with till you
understand who's in rutting command here.

STATIC

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:40 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by christhecynic:
. . . and exactly what is “powergaming”?

Powergaming is when folks remove options from other people who want to RP in the thread. For instance, coming into a room, drawing a sword and killing all the bad guys before anyone else can write anything themselves. . .or the way TGJ 'vanquished' all of our enemies at one time. . .or the way Rat destroyed an entire planet because he was bored watching a beach volleyball game.

And the reason we discourage combat between Player-Characters is because this is not a real roleplay system. . .it's more of a 'chain story' than anything else. . .and there's too much risk of folks getting upset at one another...and "Well, they'll get over it." is not a good enough response.

Those who are CAPABLE of being mature are EXPECTED to be.

That's all.

And, for the record, there were no jabs against you, veiled or unveiled.

CALLMEATH

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:41 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by lissa:

gently rock me, boys!

~lissa, spwhore

*Since drum solos get boring after a while, Ath slips out from behind the set and begins to rock lissa's hammock instead*

"Rock me gently/
rock me slowly/
take it easy/
don't you know/
that I have never been/
loved like this before."

Oh yeah, I can sing, too.

(Anyone know who sings that song?)

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

THEREALME

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:44 AM

* TheRealMe comes running out of his workshop on the Sereni-Tree, with Sparky at one side and the Ebo Golem at the other. All are loaded down with bags full of high-tech squirt guns containing Pepsimilk. The trio reach the auxiliary hatch and look outside just in time for something that looks suspiciously like Mal-Mageddon! TheRealMe hides his face, but then looks up, unable to avert his eyes from TheGreyJedi’s epic battle with the Dark Aegis, which results in the destruction of all of the Evil Invaders present. *

DAMN, Grey, but that was an ENTRANCE!

I am SO glad you are back!

* TheRealMe makes his way down the ladder to the ground and runs over to TheGreyJedi. *

Say, uh, are you all right? That was MAGNIFICENT!

* TheRealMe gives TheGreyJedi a comradely slap on the back, but draws back his hand, burned by the radiant energy emitted by his friend. *

Uh, Grey?

* ChrisTheCynic comes near, seeming quite angry. TheGreyJedi waves his hand. *

TheGreyJedi: You killed me.

* ChrisTheCynic wanders off, seeming satisfied. Hmmmm… TheRealMe thinks Chris' anger is uncalled for. But perhaps he will return when his temper calms. *

Hey, Grey…

* TheRealMe searches his immediate possessions. He shrugs, then draws a squirt gun and pops out its magazine. *

Uh, you want some Pepsimilk?

EDITED to correct Chris' name.

The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree

(The Real Me cannot currently receive messages from this site; he is not ignoring you. But he CAN receive e-mail at realme@pcibroadband.net.)

CHRISTHECYNIC

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:48 AM

To Static

So basically what you're telling me is that no one pays attention to the rules so when you tell me not to do what Mal says is ok, or when Mal tells me not to do what you suggest, I should ignore the contradiction and try to take the higher ground by doing ... what?

STATIC

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:54 AM

Oh, fine.

I'm not clear on what someone else told you but if you guys want to turn every little gathering of this crowd into some orgy of combat and destruction, that's just fine.

Me and my beloved are in our hammock enjoying the show. You folks just fight it out or whatever it is you do.

NEEDLESEYE

Friday, June 3, 2005 4:54 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Emma:
*Meanwhile on Emma's spherical ship with no name Jet, Needelseye and Emma are having a panic*...
Do you want to add anything? I'm just going to sit in this corner and wibble for a bit

*Needleseye snickers* No wibbling neccessary,Emma, give Jet a moment. *points over to Jet who's backside and boots are all thats visible.*

Jet~ just.. need.. to disconnect your transmitter.
*the alarm that's been sounding dies away. Jet backs out from behind a console and holds up a bundle of wires and a small device still blinking*
See, no worries!
*throws on floor and crushes with boot*

Needleseye~ I heard a rukus outside there, what do you suppose that was?

*The three walk out as they witnessed a smoking figure, a strange raining of rocks, and an attempted murder.*
Needleseye~ ah-huh.
thinks~that person looks familiar, though perhaps a bit charred around the edges.
*Looks in the other direction the clubhouse*
Ooh! bean bags!

Never judge a carnivorous aquatic shape-shifting faerie creature by it's diaphanous gown.

PREV PAGE 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 NEXT PAGE