Mokrie Dela Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 i'll try to tip the scales. Work was, predictably, mundane. He spent the day watching the clock, waiting to leave for the bar. There were more pleasent places to drink, sure, modern, well lit bars full of normal people. But Marlon didn't want to go to one of those. He ached for the dingy atmosphere of the establishment, with the chipped varnish on the bar, and the worn seats of the stools. It had a strange smell to it, a mix of stale alcohol and musk, with perhaps the acrid smell of sweat and vomit mixed in with the stagnant aroma of cigerette smoke. With every swing of the door, the usual vehicular polution muscles its way in. Marlon craved that atmosphere. He craved the company - the self-announced bad-asses, the criminals and murderers. The shouts he remembered from his previous visit, the fight he thought he dreamt. Marlon was not a nice person was he? Not anymore. He'd lived that life. He'd had the family. He'd walked on barefoot the beach, hand in hand with his partner. He'd eaten popcorn out of a split cardboard container on the pier and he'd attended various charity fundraisers. He'd helped vertically challenged old ladies reach items from the top shelf in supermarkets, but he could do that no longer. It'd be hollow, wouldn't it? What happened to you? He asked himself. Where's your loyalty? How did you lose it? Where did you go wrong? Work had finally ended and Marlon headed to the bar. He emitted a sigh of relief as he stepped in out of the cold. His wallet was buldging with notes, most of which would be spent here. He reached the bar and ordered his first drink. He recieved it, looking around for company. Someone sit next to me and talk to me please. He thought as loudly as he could, hoping one of the patrons would hear this projected thoughts. Although he didn't deserve it, he wanted company. The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. Click here to view my Poetry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
El Zilcho Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 Nero isn't, well, wait and see... U R B A N I T A S Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ziggy455 Posted April 30, 2012 Author Share Posted April 30, 2012 (edited) This is beginning to get beyond saving. With the amount of people who are just churning out GTA fanfic style pieces with no thought- I'm beginning to think the same. Well now, lets look at the list of characters and see how many are "badass" Badass: Carson De Luca* Mikhail "Mickey" Vikoruv Andre Philip Willis Wussy Reed Kramer* Tommy "Tank" McKenna Normal: Jackson Miller Nero* Barty Gabble Archie Lee Vincenzo Blind Willie Shortbread John Wilson Marlon Richman Adam McCormick Patrick O'Fennigan *=Not sure That's means, out of 16 characters, 10 of them are normal. That's a percentage of 62.5%. As long as we can keep it above 50%, I think it will go fine. I am seeing a problem with those badass characters, allow me to tip the scales in our favour. Wussy, Andre and Mikhail are really the worst ones (Not writing wise) with the amount they publish that muddles up all of the characters. And each story just reminds me of a GTA fanfic. Are not people grasping the idea of making a flawed character? A real three dimensional one? Edited April 30, 2012 by Ziggy455 "I might have laughed if I'd have remembered how." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.Funny12 Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 I mean I won't question your decision but in my defense, Tommy simply witnessed the events that happened. Nothing badass that I'd consider has come out of my stories other then just a young observer of the chaos in the bar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Don Mariano Corsino Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 Can you add Samuel Barrio to the Character section? He is a kind and gentle Italian-American man from Vice City who has lived the 80s and likes to say stories about the old times. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mokrie Dela Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 Can you add Samuel Barrio to the Character section? He is a kind and gentle Italian-American man from Vice City who has lived the 80s and likes to say stories about the old times. i think we're trying hard here to move away from fan fiction. Might i suggest making him from Miami instead? The idea of this topic is to make an original character and put him in the bar. "From Vice City" kind of counters that, an i'm not sure if anyone will take your character too seriously if you tie him to the GTA universe. The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. Click here to view my Poetry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Don Mariano Corsino Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 Can you add Samuel Barrio to the Character section? He is a kind and gentle Italian-American man from Vice City who has lived the 80s and likes to say stories about the old times. i think we're trying hard here to move away from fan fiction. Might i suggest making him from Miami instead? The idea of this topic is to make an original character and put him in the bar. "From Vice City" kind of counters that, an i'm not sure if anyone will take your character too seriously if you tie him to the GTA universe. That is understandable. I have read many stories here so I'll just tell you that Samuel is not violent or has ever lived a violent life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eminence Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 And each story just reminds me of a GTA fanfic. Are not people grasping the idea of making a flawed character? A real three dimensional one? I jested about this in the social club about a week ago, but seriously, it's just rich hearing you say that when but two weeks ago you were doing the exact same thing. Just saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mokrie Dela Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 That is understandable. I have read many stories here so I'll just tell you that Samuel is not violent or has ever lived a violent life. Oh i'm not questioning whether he's violent. If that's the character, violent of peaceful, fine. I think it's HOW it's written. Am i not correct in saying you haven't posted your "story" yet? or did i miss it? Post it and your character will be added i'm sure. But i personally would recommend you avoid any connection with GTA. Miami, not Vice etc. RE: 'gta fan fiction' - as much as i aggree with the concept of not writing every character as a gun toting bad ass, i don't think anyone has the right (i actually wrote "write" then) to say that anyone can or can not make their character that way. The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. Click here to view my Poetry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SIKKS66 Posted April 30, 2012 Share Posted April 30, 2012 When you hear of people starting new lives, it's usually a time of great joy or excitement. A new job, a new child or perhaps even that first day out of prison. "Today I start my new life," you'd hear people say, beaming from ear to ear. For Amani, this was not a new life he enjoyed. Only five years earlier, he had felt on top of the world. A starting defensive end for one of the most feared teams in all of football, Amani "The Warlord" Wilson was the team's leader in defense. Sacking quarterbacks was his business and there was nobody in the game better at doing it. Six and a half feet tall, with arms and legs like tree trunks, Amani would begin every play with an ear-shattering war cry, his screams and roars audible on television sets up and down the country. Opposing fans hated it, yet his own worshipped him and mimicked the cries each time he sacked a quarterback. All around the arena his name appeared on the back of jerseys, fans would wear masks of his face and slowly he was making his way into the Hall of Fame. Then he made a terrible mistake. Amani was never short of money; as one of the top defensive players in the league, he earned a sizeable wage. Yet he spent it faster than he earned it. Homes, clothes, cars, girls and booze, Amani indulged in them all. He was paid a lot but for Amani it was never enough. When the chance to earn even more presented itself, Amani jumped at the opportunity. The defensive coordinator for his team, Spike Williams, had decided to start a bounty scheme amongst the defensive players. Go out and injure a specific player and you'd land yourself a nice bonus. Of course the young and arrogant "Warlord" saw this as a most fun opportunity. In the following weeks, offensive players for teams around the country started dropping like flies. Linemen and receivers alike were being hit and hit hard by defensive players working to get those bonuses and bragging rights. The quarterbacks were getting it the worst. Amani began to see it as a personal challenge to try and get a second-string quarterback on the field before the end of the game. The mimicked war-cries that once echoed around his home arena soon turned to groans of disgust. Young, hard-working men were leaving the field with concussion and dislocated bones. Even if their team was winning, it did not sit well amongst the faithful. Soon the media turned on Amani and his team. The league's commissioner promised strict and severe sanctions against any players found to have deliberately injured opposing players. An inquest into the team's locker room would be held at the end of the season, it was said, and the franchise could well find itself heavily punished if anything was uncovered. Spike called off the bounties and the head coach punished the lot of them internally. Even the franchise's owner called a meeting and let it be known in no uncertain terms that such behaviour was reprehensible. "If the league doesn't look into this, be clear that I f*cking will," the gentile, old owner of the team had said. For Amani, however, the scheme was still on. Two of his defensive colleagues agreed. He was too busy making money and winning games to care what anyone else thought or demanded. The next game, Amani broke the neck of the league's posterboy quarterback. "Handsome" Chuck Hawthorne was the best signal caller in the league; a fresh-faced, second-year starter who had won the Championship in his maiden season. When it was announced that Hawthorne- who had landed awkwardly when Amani floored him deep into the fourth-quarter- would never walk again, the team, the league and the country turned on Amani. Benched for the final game, it seemed that Amani's career at the top of the sport was over. It was, however, going to be much worse than that. A league inquest unravelled the scheme and learned how Amani carried it on on his own. He was thrown out of the league instantly but not before being slapped with a multi-million dollar fine. Soon after, Hawthorne's attorneys pressed charges and Amani found himself thrown in prison for 5 years for assault. That all seemed a lifetime ago. Amani now worked the doors at a nightclub in a small, unremarkable industrial town. He had grown a large beard and a larger gut in his time away from the game but that didn't stop the occasional drunk from recognising him. In retrospect, things could be worse for Amani, but this was not the life he had seen for himself all those years ago at the height of his fame. His shift was over and Amani pulled over at a bar. A quiet place nestled beneath a motorway, not so rowdy as those in the centre of town. As he entered the main room, Amani noted a couple of patrons going about their business. They paid him no attention. Taking a seat at the bar and ordering a scotch, Amani noticed that some commotion had taken place in the room not long before he arrived. "What happened here?" he asked the barkeep, his voice deep and full of regret. ----- To keep it realistic, I've only skimmed across recent events in the bar. I don't see why I should know anything more than Amani Will pay more attention now he's in the building. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ItsOnlyAce Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 I haven't really seen Carson as a badass either. He hasn't done anything but help people that were down at the bar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AceRay Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 ItsOnlyAce: Carson seemed to have some sort of criminal life in the last one and arrived by escaping the police after a robbery, not sure if you carried that background on or not. Sorry 'bout that but maybe you could make a new, better character, like I did? Didn't even have to come up with a new name either, you can just call him Luca Carson. Mr Funny: Ah, sorry about that. I just skimmed your story and he seemed to be fighting Russians. Plus, his name sounds like a 90s wrestler and wasn't he in the military? Morkie: I understand what you're saying about creative freedom and stuff but it really messes up everyone else's stories (I am aware of the hypocrisy here). I like Craig's idea from the last page, where you earn by writing what you get to do in the stories. Keep up the good work guys, lets make this work! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.Funny12 Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 Nah its cool, he was listening to the russian phone conversation outside in the alley. Also, yes he was indeed in the military but my goal was to keep any 'badassness' from showing and he would be a very low key and trained postion in his past anyways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AceRay Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 Nah its cool, he was listening to the russian phone conversation outside in the alley. Also, yes he was indeed in the military but my goal was to keep any 'badassness' from showing and he would be a very low key and trained postion in his past anyways. Ah, well, that's good then. Just read the latest one, the thing I think I saw was that it followed the stupid Russian plot that Wussy and Mikhail were involved in. Tommy himself, however, is fine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Don Mariano Corsino Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 Samuel Barrio Samuel has been sober for eight years but that was because he was married and he had a big drinking problem. He is a 48 year old man with nothing but memories of his young adult life in the 80s. After his wife said she wanted a divorce he fell apart completely and went back to his alcoholic self. He stumbled upon a bar that was put in his path as he was taking a walk around his area. He has heard of the bar but has never entered it. He enters with only one thing in his mind and that's drinking his problems away. He finds a vacant booth and sits on the empty seat. He orders an entire bottle of their strongest Whiskey. Little did he know about the current tragedy that just happened, he didn't even notice it until a patron asked him "How could you be so calm after what just happened?". Sam replied in a confused manner "What happened?". "Some Russian guy was killed right at that bar just moments ago." the patron explained. Sam wasn't really trying to find out about what happened in this bar because it was his first time in a bar in so many years. "Well I'm sorry but I'm new to this bar and I don't really know about the current events. Thanks for telling me, I guess from now on I'll have to be careful and not get killed here.(chuckling)" Sam said to the random patron. "You're new here? I didn't know. I'm Adam McCormick." he replied. "I'm Samuel Barrio." Sam replied to Adam. "It's nice to meet you. Are you going to drink that bottle by yourself?" Adam said. "Well some company would be nice, would you like to join me?" Sam asked and Adam agreed. The two started drinking and conversing. Adam told Sam about him and then he asked about Sam's background. "Well as you can see, I'm a middle aged man who is now all depressed and alone. My wife just left me so I'm planning to keep drinking until I forget about her. Now you see me as a charity case but when I was younger, I was one party monster in Florida back in the 80s. It was amazing. the music was different, the style, and the lifestyle as well for a person like me at that time, but now I'm just taking it slow not getting too crazy like before. No one has lived a life I lived, but apparently a party monster has to have a break in his life." Sam talked on and on about his young life and Adam sounded interested in hearing it. They remained in the bar drinking and talking until something came up for Adam so he had to go to someplace else, but he enjoyed his time with Sam. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TinTinn Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 (edited) Nah its cool, he was listening to the russian phone conversation outside in the alley. Also, yes he was indeed in the military but my goal was to keep any 'badassness' from showing and he would be a very low key and trained postion in his past anyways. Ah, well, that's good then. Just read the latest one, the thing I think I saw was that it followed the stupid Russian plot that Wussy and Mikhail were involved in. Tommy himself, however, is fine. It was never intended to be stupid. It's just in my character's character; a middle aged ex-piolot who's paranoid. I had to create a reason why he was paranoid, and when Mikhail came in, I knew what I had to do so Wussy would overcome his paranoia. It was a dramatic ending for Mikhail but that's what it lead up to. I never really planned to kill Mikhail, but to somehow remove him from the story so Wussy could continue on to the next chapter in his life. I can say that it ended in a corny matter, but either way, it was Wuss or Mickey. I'm sorry If I caused any confussion; rather hate towards my character, but now he has overcome his paranoia, things can pan out nicely now, hopefully. That is, if no one gets in Wussies way. Saying that, I give you the aftermatch. Wussy lies on a warn couch in front of the upstairs bars fireplace. Still not believing what just happeed, he bandages up his arm tighly. He groans from the pain and the fact that he just lost a well paying job. 'It's not about the job, it's about the people you meet along the way' he thinks, 'What am I thinking, of course it's about the job. Without that, I'm a train wreak... a loser' Wussy thinks. He begins to think more and more, coming to the fact that his birth name is Samuel Kramer and his codename was Wussy Reed. He knows he was living a lie that lasted way to long. Samuel was disconnected from his family in Oregon, and now years without seeing his parents, all he knows that they could be dead. 'The only thing that's real to me is my appearance. The skin I live in, the hair I grow, me,'Samuel thinks as he finishes tying his bandage. He knows the government wouldn't be monitoring him anymore. The sargents dead as well as Mikhail, who was a most wanted in Europe for nine years, 'They probably think I'm dead any way'. He really feels like a new man, not having to hide anything. Everyone knows his dark past, but now he can finally be proud of his given name and the things he likes and enjoys. When training in the airforce, there was no time for music, which Sammy loved, especially The Who. He sits crippled handed on a couch in a far away pub, almost as far away as his dreams and even further away from Oregon, but he smiles and realises that life has more to bring. 'Yeah, the past was bad but now in the present, is a gift' he waits patiently for someone to come sit with him and talk. Kramer doesn't care on what topic they talk about, but he needs someone. Edited May 1, 2012 by TinTinn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ItsOnlyAce Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 ItsOnlyAce: Carson seemed to have some sort of criminal life in the last one and arrived by escaping the police after a robbery, not sure if you carried that background on or not. Sorry 'bout that but maybe you could make a new, better character, like I did? Didn't even have to come up with a new name either, you can just call him Luca Carson The robbery thinh,g was a different character. I wa sactually getting beat up most of the time in the last threadn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ziggy455 Posted May 1, 2012 Author Share Posted May 1, 2012 And each story just reminds me of a GTA fanfic. Are not people grasping the idea of making a flawed character? A real three dimensional one? I jested about this in the social club about a week ago, but seriously, it's just rich hearing you say that when but two weeks ago you were doing the exact same thing. Just saying. Two weeks ago I realized my mistake, and since then I don't think my stories have consisted of a rehashed GTA character anymore. The ability to find your mistake and change it is what makes you a better person. If you feel like posting up that previous post of yours here to refresh peoples minds, by all means do so. I agreed with you then, I'd agree with you now. "I might have laughed if I'd have remembered how." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Docfaustino Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 Hey guys. Is there an established owner of the bar or will I have to invent an NPC? I need to know that much before I add a story here. Maybe a manager? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ziggy455 Posted May 1, 2012 Author Share Posted May 1, 2012 Hey guys. Is there an established owner of the bar or will I have to invent an NPC? I need to know that much before I add a story here. Maybe a manager? I am in the process of creating NPC characters who own the bar, work there etc etc. "I might have laughed if I'd have remembered how." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eminence Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 And each story just reminds me of a GTA fanfic. Are not people grasping the idea of making a flawed character? A real three dimensional one? I jested about this in the social club about a week ago, but seriously, it's just rich hearing you say that when but two weeks ago you were doing the exact same thing. Just saying. Two weeks ago I realized my mistake, and since then I don't think my stories have consisted of a rehashed GTA character anymore. The ability to find your mistake and change it is what makes you a better person. If you feel like posting up that previous post of yours here to refresh peoples minds, by all means do so. I agreed with you then, I'd agree with you now. Yes, and that's great - I commend you for it. It's brilliant that you've recognised it, and your writing will be better for it. But... don't get all high and mighty and pissy at other people doing it as though they've got no clue, when you've only just realised it yourself. That's all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.Funny12 Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 Glad you saw my point of view AceRay. Yes my character Tommy is nothing more than an average citizen. Tommy"Tank" Mckenna Hearing his wrist watch strike 11:00PM that alerted him. "Have I really been there for three hours?" he thought to himself. He looked around the bar, fond of what he saw and he liked this new place. He had already met a new friend, and he generally fit in with the crowd. He liked the thought of comming back, maybe even with friends. He mosied on around the bar, specualting everything he saw. He looked at the pictures on the wall and all the decorations. He blatter soon gets the better of him and he fast-walks to the bathroom. In there, he see's a dirty stained toilet and an out of order sink. He does a number one in the toilet and goes back into the main room. He trys to pick out employee's, or the owner of the bar. He figures to himself on how it'd be nice to meet them. After all, Tommy needed a job, something to pay for his apartment and' why not give it a shot?' he thought and proceeded on his mission. He liked the idea of becoming a bouncer if he could. His skills matched and he'd make a decent living in a place he liked. He continued his search for employee's to talk to. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mokrie Dela Posted May 1, 2012 Share Posted May 1, 2012 Tommy"Tank" LOVE the name The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. Click here to view my Poetry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.Funny12 Posted May 2, 2012 Share Posted May 2, 2012 Tommy"Tank" LOVE the name Thanks. It was suppose to relate to his history. More of a joke really, like how tiny little dogs are named diesel, or how big muscle heads are named tiny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mokrie Dela Posted May 2, 2012 Share Posted May 2, 2012 Tommy"Tank" LOVE the name Thanks. It was suppose to relate to his history. More of a joke really, like how tiny little dogs are named diesel, or how big muscle heads are named tiny. I dont think you realise the slang. In the UK "Tommy Tank" is rhyming slang, for wank. Click here That's why i laughed The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. Click here to view my Poetry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.Funny12 Posted May 2, 2012 Share Posted May 2, 2012 Oh, I would of never thought of that. My bad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ItsOnlyAce Posted May 2, 2012 Share Posted May 2, 2012 Oh, I would of never thought of that. My bad. Ok, I have to quote the notorious Frank for this one. [Frank Voice]Your name is Jerk-off![Frank Voice/] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ziggy455 Posted May 2, 2012 Author Share Posted May 2, 2012 And each story just reminds me of a GTA fanfic. Are not people grasping the idea of making a flawed character? A real three dimensional one? I jested about this in the social club about a week ago, but seriously, it's just rich hearing you say that when but two weeks ago you were doing the exact same thing. Just saying. Two weeks ago I realized my mistake, and since then I don't think my stories have consisted of a rehashed GTA character anymore. The ability to find your mistake and change it is what makes you a better person. If you feel like posting up that previous post of yours here to refresh peoples minds, by all means do so. I agreed with you then, I'd agree with you now. Yes, and that's great - I commend you for it. It's brilliant that you've recognised it, and your writing will be better for it. But... don't get all high and mighty and pissy at other people doing it as though they've got no clue, when you've only just realised it yourself. That's all. I'm not getting high and mighty, look at the rules. I stated it perfectly there when I started this! I've had to constantly PM users and post on here telling them to read the rules. "I might have laughed if I'd have remembered how." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TinTinn Posted May 3, 2012 Share Posted May 3, 2012 Todd Hoffman He bought a direct plane ticket, although he didn't choose where he wanted to go. Life back on the west coast was hard, as well as the career he worked in. Todd felt guily deporting from Los Angeles as he was leaving his closets friends and old man people. As the saying go's, 'like father, like son', that statement became true, both working together in a life business. Except it was too hard... Todd was needing that sigh of relief, that's why it was irrelevant where he went. Over the grassy hills and shady paddocks of California, is where the plane glides onto the gravel run-way in a far away city. Todd's resting point, his final checkpoint. Pleased with the scenery, he excepts this mid American town as his knew home. He purchases a a house with the left over money from his old life on the distant spectrum of the cities. Where hay fields and rows of rusty silo's live, where the air is a hell lot more cleaner, and the afternoon sunsets are breath taking. Todd decides to head into the city after a good nights sleep. After an hour of exploring the vast metropolis, his lips begin to dry and he becomes thirsty. Just as that thought slips into his head there, stands an at least sixty year old pub. Todd is suprised to find the end of the rainbow, the pot of gold... 'finding gold was a lot harder back in Alaska'. After bursting through the doors and finding his bairings, he settles down in front of a warm fireplace, sitting beside a frowning chap. Todd rubs his workers hands together and aims it towards the fireplace, "That's the spot," he said. The man beside him began to warm his hands and Todd realised that they were bandaged. "I think this is the best room in the entire pub," the man said. He decided he might as well start a conversation, even though he was the anti-social type. "Yeah, this fireplace is great. Does it get very cold here at all," Todd asked, moving his body around to mold into the couch. The man replied, "Actually, it gets very cold but even colder in the Weatherstone district," "Actually, that's where I live. I just moved here yesterday, and want to settle in quickly. I'm from California but born and raised in the pine state of Oregon," "Is that right. I lived in Oregon for seventeen years of my life before my parents sent me to Military school. From there, my contact was basically cut off from the outside world and I was dragged deeper and deeper into it," the man explained. "My father fought in Vietnam and made it out alive. When he returned home, my mother had left my father... she said he was gone too long. A friend of my Dad worked at an oiling rig in the center of Death Valley. He began working there but they ended up finding gold rather than black gold. This boosted him into later life interests which inspired me," Todd explained, hoping he didn't bore the man. Two policemen entered the room, asking the man to talk to them outside. Todd became suspicious but farewelled the man expecting to see him again somewhere else. Music played from the downstairs bar, 'House of The Rising Sun' loudly played and drunks chante the lyrics. It was getting late but he decided to head downstairs for another drink and a game of poker. 'Happy 34th Birthday Simon' banner hung above the stage, and a small mosh-pit of drunks talked boastfully, drunkfully. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ziggy455 Posted May 3, 2012 Author Share Posted May 3, 2012 If I may make a suggestion, how about introducing story arcs or stems? Situations, news and "challenges" in the first post that offer inspiration and guidelines for those aimlessly writing another GTA story that is ultimately improvised. Rewards could even be offered in the bar, such as a connection with another character or an item to use. It keeps things controlled, but loose at the same time, allowing contributors to do what they like. Also (though this may take a bit of extra elbow grease) how about a table in the first post offering a brief summary of what the character last did/who they last spoke to? That way, people could see at a glance what people were doing should they want to add to the arc. Things like: Nero last seen waiting for rendezvous contact in the bar. Blind Willie Shortbread last seen in hallway, responding to mystery contact. It's a bit of work, but it would be easier to tie the universe together. The Bar is officially updated. As for this suggestion, Craig, I think it's helpful as can be. Thank you for your insights they help. All suggestions are taken in and at the moment (I have been swamped with college work and such) here is a list of implementations I will be adding within the next 24 hours: (Kudos to Craig) A brief 'what has the character previously did/spoketo' roster. (Kudos to Craig) More locations including a basement room, a rooftop and a backgarden. An NPC list of characters that are in the bar including the owner, bartenders and regulars. (Kudos to Craig) Situations, news and challenges to keep storylines from being diluted and hashed. A breakdown of the DICING system and how it will be implemented properly. And of course as this is a communal effort, suggestions through PM are welcome. Zigs. "I might have laughed if I'd have remembered how." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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