Sburb/Sgrub Rp humans, cherubs, and trolls allowed. Ocs only

((Thanks, also, I can't spell))

crazySquid [CS] began trolling abditiveGnostalagy [AG]

CS:Well, we're playi^g a game where I guess we're go^^a meet.
CS:I apologize in adva^ce, I did^'t get as lo^g of a^ oppertu^ity as I would've liked to polish my hor^s...


((Also, randomly, Eukary is Maid of Blood))

Jeryon sees the alert for Trollian, clicking over to see who messaged. He reads over the message and puts a hand stub to his think pan, rubbing it in circles. "Not worth a response, Jeryon. Not worth it," he murmurs to himself, going back to the SGrub window. Seeing that someone was trying to connect, he clicked accept, and was met with an image of the royal highblood... "Why /)o these things happen to me?" He plays around with the controls, reading the fairly useless help guide. Then, he uses the move tool on one of the various things in the room, lifting it a foot off the ground, right behind his Client Player's head. He figures this is a better time than any to respond.

crazySquid [CS] began trolling germinatingGolem [GG]
CS:Hey. I k^ow you're the world's biggest a**hole but this game sou^ds fu^ a^d you tech^ically are my frie^d so, let's play! I'm the first to co^^ect, a^d waiti^g...
GG: Okay, one, that's hurtful.
GG: Two, exe<ute your <lient file.
GG: Three, turn aroun/) and tell me what you see.

(Just inserting this because I was invited. I'll join when appropriate)

Name: Diarmud Connolly
Pesterhandle: SardonicPragmatist
Species: Human
Personality: Sarcastic, Pragmatic, logical, loyal, cold.
Color: Green
Appearance: Tall, lanky with orange hair and hazel eyes. Usually clad in heavy clothing.
Age: 16
Strife Specibus: Knifekind/Fistkind/Card(Tarot)kind
Moon: Derse
Land: Land of Lightning and Dust.
Consorts: Tiny little snake people. (He finds them strangly adorable.)
Interests: Tabletop, Video games, Tarot
Relationships: Has a somewhat stunted emotional development due to slight brain damage he suffered in his youth. Is assumed by many as to be a sociopath. But simply has difficulty feeling empathy for others. Still makes somewhat of an effort to connect with others and act in a friendly manner. Occasionally unnerves many with his dispassionate manner. Still extremely loyal and generous to those he takes a likening to. Does not give a damn for anyone outside of his in-group unless they somehow endear themselves to him. Likes to think of himself as asexual. But those damn hormones keep telling him otherwise.

Is it okay for this character to die/ become God Tier: Most certainly. Ultimate preference is for Knight of Space.(The Knight is meant to aid the Space player nab the frogs. So why not give the poor player more work and make things harder on him.) But I could certainly try to work with different kinds of aspects if needed. Such as Void. But he'd most likely end up as one of the active classes due to his straightforward nature compelling him to do something instead of sit down and plot. So Knight of Void or Space seems most appropriate to him. 

Denizen: Yaldabaoth. (Because why not make things interesting.)

((Umm, I have a question, is anyone gonna fill quadrants with anyone, it'll make this Rp more interesting, idk))

~crazySquid [CS] began trolling irrelevantSpectacle [IS]~

CS:OMG! I ca^'t believe Jeryo^ forgot that you and Diarmud!
CS:Hold o^ let me message him, and Diarmud...

~crazySquid [CS] began trolling sardonicPragmatist [SP]~

CS:Jeryon forgot you and Corwin, btw...


~crazySquid [CS] began trolling germinatingGolem [GG]~


CS:Hey. I k^ow you're the world's biggest a**hole but this game sou^ds fu^ a^d you tech^ically are my frie^d so, let's play! I'm the first to co^^ect, a^d waiti^g...
GG: Okay, one, that's hurtful.
GG: Two, exe<ute your <lient file.
GG: Three, turn aroun/) and tell me what you see.
CS:Sorry about the rude comme^t, I'm just havi^g a bad day
CS:Also, wtf is goi^g o^, a^d how are you doi^g it?!
CS:A^d ca^ you please put it dow^, some of the stuff i^ there is from you.
CS:Also, you forgot 2 of our frie^ds! >~<


((What species is Diarmud? What is his color?))

((Let ships happen where they happen.))

crazySquid [CS] began trolling sardonicPragmatist [SP]~

CS:Jeryon forgot you and Corwin, btw...

SP: Considering that I was offline up until about 5 minutes ago. I think I can forgive him.
SP: Now, I haven't played a game quite like this before.
SP: In fact, I'm not really into these survival or building games. RPGs are more my speed. But I'll attempt to play with you guys for a few hours.
SP: The house is pretty much empty right now. So I'll be alone for the weekend. Hopefully I won't be yanked away from the screen at a moment's notice.
SP: Now, onto business I suppose. I have two disks right now. What the hell do I do with them? And I think I need to partner up with someone? Who's available?

Letting out a soft sigh, Diarmud leaned back in his chair. His room illuminated only by the soft glow of his laptop on his desk. He wasn't even entirely sure why he was doing this. To pass the time on the weekend? To fill in his suggested hours of interaction with others for his therapist? Or simply because even though its 1AM he cant sleep?

It was most likely the last one. He wasn't even sure if he truly liked any of these people he knew online. Most likely because of that insistent role playing of theirs. Sure he did it himself on occasion whenever he played with others online. But these people have taken a liking to considering themselves aliens of some sort.

It was rather irritating at first. But he eventually grew to deal with it by just filtering it out.

As he waiting for the reply, he reached into his Sylladex. Thankful for the Wallet Fetch Modus he had recently gotten. It may have been pricey, but it was certainly an improvement over his old one. Drawing forth his trusty Tarot Deck, Diarmud began to absent-mindedly shuffle it. He knew that there was zero logic in trusting the predictions of something as random as a deck of cards. He more did it to see how entertainingly wrong many of his supposed "predictions" were.

Just like right now. He was playing a video game after all. What would Death, The Fool and The World have to do with any of that?

Jeryon drops the item, not sure exactly how to put it down. He sees his Client Player walk into another room of their Hive. Jeez, how can someone have so much room? He puts down a bunch of the free items in the room, moving furniture around to make room. And by that, he just puts it all in a pile.

~crazySquid [CS] began trolling germinatingGolem [GG]~


CS:Hey. I k^ow you're the world's biggest a**hole but this game sou^ds fu^ a^d you tech^ically are my frie^d so, let's play! I'm the first to co^^ect, a^d waiti^g...
GG: Okay, one, that's hurtful.
GG: Two, exe<ute your <lient file.
GG: Three, turn aroun/) and tell me what you see.
CS:Sorry about the rude comme^t, I'm just havi^g a bad day
CS:Also, wtf is goi^g o^, a^d how are you doi^g it?!
CS:A^d ca^ you please put it dow^, some of the stuff i^ there is from you.
CS:Also, you forgot 2 of our frie^ds! >~<
GG: If they weren't in the memo it's be<ause either they didn't respond, or I don't have them on my contact list.
GG: So how many of us are playing now?

Dincre sighed, sitting back and shaking her head at her friends' bickering with a grim smile. So snappy. She had put her game in a good long while ago by now and was happy to find it had finished loading by the time she opened it again. She grinned giddily, looking for others of her friends to connect to. Unfortunately, as it stood, everyone seemed to be occupied. She gave a little huff, her ears drooping a bit as she rested her cheek on the palm of her hand. Looks like a waiting game then.... pun intended.


In the meantime, she decided that the assembly of the perfect waiting/playing nest was in order. Sketch books, scribble sticks, and snacks! The three "S"s. She swiveled around in her seat and hopped off with a small chirp, retrieving several of the numerous sketch books from the floor and capturelogueing them. It always blew her mind how they just seemed to vanish once you did that, it made carrying things so easy! Like most of the tech in her possession, it also had significant sentimental value, having been sent to her by a close online friend. She smiled, remembering the old chap. He taught her that word too, "old chap." She hadn't heard from him in a while, not since his lusus got murdered by some awful flying monster. She frowned. He was so sad that day, hopefully he was alright now.


Shaking off the heavy heart, she let her regular smile return to her lips and trotted over to her shelves, quickly capturelogueing a hand-full of scribble sticks before wheeling around for the third and finale "S," as well as, conveniently, the most difficult one. Snacks. She crossed the block swiftly, making a sharp turn and scampering down the short stairs-like slope to the rest of the hive- Only to be met by a solid, bloody wall of dead thing. She groaned, pushing, shoving, and fighting against the mass to no avail. She fell to the floor with a huff, slipping on some of the oozing blood from the dead beast. Her lusus really did not trust her at all. After the spook she must have given her with her little chatter mishap, it was pretty unsurprising for her guardian to have gone as far as to block the door of her block with tonight's dinner.


In a last-ditched effort, she pushed herself up and scrambled back to her block, grabbing the almost mint-condition grub-ball bat from where it sat leaned again her wall. She smiled, rubbing off a bit of dust from the handle as she held it in  her hands. Yet another gift from an old, long silent friend, this one an avid fan of the sport for witch the tool was used. It was sort of a joke at the time since, according to him, his horns were shaped like it and it was sent for reference since, "amazingly," Dincre had had no idea what object her had been referring to in description. With a chuckle, she turned on her heels and carried it back down to the monumental hurdle before her.


With a snort, she attempted to jam the end of the thing beneath the huge body and work it as a lever. A good idea in theory, though as she found, thanks to the large, rounded end of the thing, much different in practice. With a sigh, she wiped the sweat she had worked up from her brow and capturelogued the bat in defeat. She didn't need snacks anyway, a quick glace down at her rather meaty thighs was plenty to convince her that she could live without. So with that, she dragged her little butt up the slope again to her block and flopped back down in front of her husk-top, laying her head down on her desk to gaze up at the glowing screen. The daily trials of a semi-forced shut-in.


((I'll just repost Dincre's full profile here. It has a lot of information that the original doesn't.

((I'll repost mine too, I guess))

Name:Eukary Habchi
Species:Troll
Gender:Female
Classpect:Maid of Blood
Bloodcolor:Fushia (royalty, though she secretly doesn't believe she is worthy to be it)
Personality:Cares to death about her friends, is mostly friendly but tends to be sarcastic when annoyed or bored, and uses fish puns when annoyed.
Typing quirk:Replaces n's with ^'s regarding her symbol, the summer triangle
Hex Code/Color:f213ff
PesterHandle/TrollianName:crazySquid
Lusus:Squid
Backstory:Used to Flarp, one reason why she cares about others.
StrifeSpecibus:Katana
Fetch Modus:Name the Anime (lol)
Appearance:Has sleek black hair that goes to her shoulders,which she wears in a braid with a white bow at the bottom, shiny black round glasses, brightly-colored (very) short zig-zagged horns a white tee with her fushia symbol, a light pink layered knee-length skirt, and pair of white knee-high boots with light pink bows.
Dreamer:Prospit
Land:Land of  Winter and Waterfalls                         
Consorts:(idk) demons()
                                                                            Prospit Dreamers:  and    Derse Dreamers:
                                                                             1.AU                                        1.AG
                                                                             2.IS                                         2.GG
                                                                             3.CS                                        3.??            
                                                                             4.??                                         4.??
Classpects so far:
                       CS:Maid of Blood   
                     GG:Prince of Blood
                      AU:Witch of Rage   
                     SP:Knight of Space                            We can have one more Prospit dreamer, and we need two Derse dreamers.
                     ZF:                                             
                     AG:Heir of Time
                     RB:
                     IS:Sylph   of Doom

(I'm on my phone, so I'm not going to be able to fully reply until tomorrow. However, my God Tier is the Sylph of Doom.
Also, in relation to a previous question/statement, I don't mind filling up quadrants for my character. However, I do want her her relationships to come naturally, and without excessive pre-planning.)

Ruby can I change Lyla's godtier to heir of time? Rogue doesn't suit her that well

((Done! Now, let's get back to Rping))

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