Lightshayde

I decided to put all my money in my moneybag, since I never go into the wilderness anyway. Then I bought stuff from the grand exchange: According to the GUI, I have no coins, when I'm trying to buy stuff! What a pain in the ass; at least it's not a serious detriment to gameplay, since I can still buy stuff with the coins auto-deducted from the moneybag.

I don't get it at all, maybe because of the bad english. The best part is the last line: "Can I have 500k?"

I can see the Grand Exchange in my mind's eye...and it is not a happy vision. Surely, members would complain about having to share their game worlds with noobs? I think the best idea is to simply just give more to F2P. Perhaps not new (or high-level) material, but old but tried-and-true games. Perhaps giving some mid-level content, like quests, perhaps, to F2P: would that really be such a bad thing? A quest or two, or a minigame; perhaps move Castle Wars or Soul Wars to free-to-play areas? It'd breathe new life into the Free-to-play game, which as of now is simply a grind to get semi-decent to have fun in the member's world.

Aleksander pulled up his email application off idle. He only had four messages...but 300 spam messages. "What drudgery," he thought to himself. "I must remember to configure my filters later." After he mass-deleted his spam, he went through his inbox. "Spam...spam...newsletter..." he groaned. The last message, though, looked promising; it was sent by one of those nameless disposable emails. He clicked through. The subject was "Chrononauts". Aleksander made it a point to never seem surprised, no matter who was around. This time, however, got him pretty close. He cleared his throat and scratched his armpit, his only tell. Reading through the email made it pretty clear that there was an American Temporal Agent with a need to meet. Aleksander debated with himself for a second, then quickly typed up a reply. The two time travelers would meet the next day, 0500, in the Café Mercier.

Aleksander pulled up his email application off idle. He only had four messages...but 300 spam messages. "What drudgery," he thought to himself. "I must remember to configure my filters later." After he mass-deleted his spam, he went through his inbox. "Spam...spam...newsletter..." he groaned. The last message, though, looked promising; it was sent by one of those nameless disposable emails. He clicked through. The subject was "Chrononauts". Aleksander made it a point to never seem surprised, no matter who was around. This time, however, got him pretty close. He cleared his throat and scratched his armpit, his only tell. Reading through the email made it pretty clear that there was an American Temporal Agent with a need to meet. Aleksander debated with himself for a second, then quickly typed up a reply. The two time travelers would meet the next day, 0500, in the Café Mercier.

Vanya concentrated for a second and her Europan parasite creature shapeshifted into a knife. She grimaced for a second as it took a small bite into her skin, feeding on her blood. She quickly stabbed the knife into the stag's eyes, then heart, then quickly skinned the beast. Packing up her small, dingy camp and holding the stag's silver skin, she headed back to the spaceport to catch a shuttle to Nulvedia, the black market planet. OOC: I'm planning to meet up with Argon and Ang soon, like next post.

Vanya concentrated for a second and her Europan parasite creature shapeshifted into a knife. She grimaced for a second as it took a small bite into her skin, feeding on her blood. She quickly stabbed the knife into the stag's eyes, then heart, then quickly skinned the beast. Packing up her small, dingy camp and holding the stag's silver skin, she headed back to the spaceport to catch a shuttle to Nulvedia, the black market planet. OOC: I'm planning to meet up with Argon and Ang soon, like next post.

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I just got back from a long long away, and posted a few bios on RPs that I wanted to join. So yes. I am here.

If I can still be in this, then here it is...if not, PM me and disregard this post. Aleksander Borodin Race: Russian Gender: Male Strength: 14/20 Dexterity: 16/20 Agility: 9/20 Constitution: 9/20 Intelligence: 18/20 Wisdom: 12/20 Charisma: 11/20 Luck: 3/20 Accuracy: 10/20 ESP Sensitivity: 17/20 Piety: 7/20 Temperament: 5/100 (almost never gets upset) Throw: 10/20 Dodge: 1/20 Hit Points: 12 Mental Stability: 95/100 Description: Russian male, age 25. 5'8", 59 kg. (Metric!) Black eyes, dark grey hair, mustache. Outspoken but knows when to shut up. He disdains mouse users. Blood Type: O- Occupation: Russian Chrononaut Skill sets are: Chemistry 16/20 Computer Knowledge 15/20 Computer Programming 13/20 Deduction 14/20 Diplomacy 17/20 Marksmanship 7/20 Medicine 9/20 (he was a composer, doctor, and chemist in real life) Musical Ability 16/20 Items Carried: Umbrella, "Tesla watch". Small pistol. Small projector that projects images onto his wraparound glasses. Foldable keyboard. Smart computer with nuclear battery that connects to the peripherals marked above. Social connections: Many connections, all business related. He uses them for information only; he cannot ask any of them for favors--and he needs to bribe them to get that information. Special abilities: He has the ability to easily learn how to play an instrument by watching someone else play that instrument for a while. His own mastery increases with the amount of time he watches and the other person's ability. Edits: Raised the Agility/Strength/Dexterity stats, fiddled with some other stats and skills, and added "Musical Ability" as a skill.

Hrm. Do you remember me? Name: Vanya Vasiliev Tif Name: Lightshayde Age: 26 Race: Europan (Terran in origin) and Russian. Home world: Europa the Galilean Satellite. The Soviet half. Weapon: A native Europan organism. Eats ice, blows it out as waste in the form of projectiles. Can change forms; Vanya usually keeps it (her) in the shape of a gun. Occupation: Con Artist. Former mercenary. Personality: Very sly. Like seriously. I mean, if she could, she would sell you. And your grandmother. And your grandmother's tombstone. Brief History: Vanya was once a normal Soviet girl. Red-haired, black-eyed. Then her parents died. As did everyone else on her planet. Because a meteor struck it. (?????.) Then she became a bounty hunter. For the last year, she has been on Itraint, looking for a silver sacred stag.

I didn't play last time, so... Name: Adam Gostroh Age: 25 Class: Criminal. Was the leader of an assassination and drug cartel. He was never captured. He has mad skillz in martial abilities, which means he can fight with most anything he has, especially with knives. Special ability: Wind Knife. He carries with him five weighted throwing knives, and has a 95% accuracy with any of them. He can kill a zombie from ten meters. Skills: Bladed Weapons 2, Improvising 1 Basic History: Grew up in slums, killed and stole his way to the top of a local gang, became the leader of an assassination group for reasons unknown. (presumably killed the leader and took his place.)

Hehe, Netscape has only 21 votes.

Wow, I would totally take part in an RPG like this. Because technology, especially living technology, is cool. Living as in thinking, not as in breathing. I can see how this could go...in like 30 different ways.

Okay, now that's just...no. We have enough crossbows. But the idea is about right.