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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.

Aug. 31st, 2016

lastnerv: pilot (Contemplation)
[personal profile] lastnerv
hi its shinji again

you might remember me from that network post a couple months ago where i

well i wasnt in the best state but thats not what im here to talk about (im also not here to talk about this agonizing bus ride im stuck on without my headphones seriously why is american public transit the worst in every reality anyway uh)


[Unseen here is the five minute pause where Shinji had to consider if he really wanted to talk about this in public, but Hell, there's someone from his world here already. It's not like he can control what people find out anymore.]

there are probably a lot of people here from worlds where theres more sapient species on earth than just humans, right? i know for a fact theres worlds were elves and dragons and stuff are real at least

how does that work? is it possible for two species to co-exist in peace like that? even if one of them seems monstrous?

in my world there was another species too (well kind of another species but not really long story) and in the end there could only be one of us left. we just couldnt share the earth. maybe because there was only supposed to be one to begin with

i guess what im asking is

could it have been different?

Video

Aug. 31st, 2016 08:07 pm
whopperking: <user name=devilisim> (Switch)
[personal profile] whopperking
[It's starting to get a bit later into the night, which is usually around the time he'd be waking up. But being in this place, and having to adjust to a day routine instead of a night one...it's definitely thrown off his schedule. Either way, this is closer to his usual prime time, but when the video feed comes on, Yukyun is still very clearly lying in a giant bed as he holds the camera up to look down on him.

He's surrounded by pillows, like any good bed should be, and the lights are out in the room. Well...except for the light from the tv anyway. He's got a movie running, and the volume's definitely loud enough to be recognizable as The Princess Bride, even though his voice is still clear enough over it. There's still a few "inconceivable"s in the background though.]


Hey. So.

[He gives a half salute, half wave in greeting with one hand.]

Bottom line. The closest place around here that sells chicken doesn't deliver. If anyone feels like they wanna get paid a delivery fee plus tip, let me know?

[Is it because he's lazy as fuck and doesn't want to just...walk to go get it? Yes. Yes it is. But hey, he's offering to pay, at least...]
crapbearer: (fuck man i dunno)
[personal profile] crapbearer
[ Max is trying his best to stay upbeat, and specifically gears his body language toward looking relaxed and dismissive, though some might catch a hint of concern in his eyes. He holds the camera on himself, then on a bowl in the sink. ]

Hey, so uh — has anyone seen Duncan Heimdall? My housemate?

This bowl has been here for like a week now, and I want to congratulate him on finally learning to let stuff like this slide every now and then. But I uh, haven't caught him lately.

[ Not that he's worried Duncan left or anything. Oh no. Certainly not fishing for info to prove that wrong, definitely not. ]