The Council of the Multiverse I (P2TM RP Group/Chat Thread)

[The Templar High Council]

Just a note: I'm constantly editing the first 3 posts. I changed it so there's a post for NS stuff (members, RPs, anything else needed) and a post for non-NS stuff (useful links and anything else that could help RPers or be a fun diversion). If you've any suggestions for non-NS links, please let me know. I included the superpower wiki and behindthename Neros and I were talking about.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

http://donjon.bin.sh

All kinds of generators.

[Neros]

http://donjon.bin.sh

All kinds of generators.

Awesome! This could be great when trying to get creative juices flowing when making a role play. Thanks!

[Nature-Spirits]

http://chaoticshiny.com/
More generators.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Posted this in the Restaurant, too, but..

ve been thinking for a while about an RP about a group of folks working for some intergalactic company dropped off to salvage stuff from a warzone on planet X. Just wondering, would there be any interest in an RP like that?

[Neros]

Posted this in the Restaurant, too, but..

ve been thinking for a while about an RP about a group of folks working for some intergalactic company dropped off to salvage stuff from a warzone on planet X. Just wondering, would there be any interest in an RP like that?

Kinda, will it be like a band of pirates whose only Tue to one another is doing the corporations bidding? Also, what will the technology level be?

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

FT, obviously.

More of a varied band of soldiers, scientists and misfits, with everyone being rogue-ish.

[Neros]

FT, obviously.

More of a varied band of soldiers, scientists and misfits, with everyone being rogue-ish.

Ah, a good place for my warrior monk rogue space paladin half-elf.

But really, I think the idea seems pretty interesting. Any other key points you'd like to share?

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Nothing yet.

I'm entwring an internet-less week from tomorrow, so I'll be working some stuff out in that period.

[Isle of Lithonia]

So, here's just a randomly generated idea of mine own.

*scary announcer voice*

In the year 20-something-or-other, the world went to shitake mushrooms. WWIII occurred, the US and Russia blew each other to fuck with nukes, Mitt Romney joined Barack Obama as dictators of the New Confederate States of America, Godzilla attacked Tokyo, the aliens invaded, and China stopped putting obscene amounts of lead in their child toys (no shit).

Because of all the above, Chuck Norris got really pissed and roundhouse-kicked the whole of humanity into the sun, incinerating every man, woman, and child that was still alive on this godforsaken planet. However, he decided to leave a few persons alive to rebuild the human race. And by the way, there... is... no.... spoon.

At least that's what the big flashy screen just outside of their now open life-pods told them. When the chosen people (all teens or young adults who have lost their memories of what happened, obviously*) stepped out of the house wherein they were kept, they found themselves on the outskirts of ye emptyeth Chicago. Now, they must do their best to survive in this world of unknown terrors. What evil creatures of scary evilness lie in wait in the shadows, ready to play paddy-cake with claws and chainsaws? Dunno, but they'll soon find out.



So, whatdya think?

*This is obvious because I'm Lith. Don't question it.

[Imperial--japan]

So, here's just a randomly generated idea of mine own.

*scary announcer voice*

In the year 20-something-or-other, the world went to shitake mushrooms. WWIII occurred, the US and Russia blew each other to fuck with nukes, Mitt Romney joined Barack Obama as dictators of the New Confederate States of America, Godzilla attacked Tokyo, the aliens invaded, and China stopped putting obscene amounts of lead in their child toys (no shit).

Because of all the above, Chuck Norris got really pissed and roundhouse-kicked the whole of humanity into the sun, incinerating every man, woman, and child that was still alive on this godforsaken planet. However, he decided to leave a few persons alive to rebuild the human race. And by the way, there... is... no.... spoon.

At least that's what the big flashy screen just outside of their now open life-pods told them. When the chosen people (all teens or young adults who have lost their memories of what happened, obviously*) stepped out of the house wherein they were kept, they found themselves on the outskirts of ye emptyeth Chicago. Now, they must do their best to survive in this world of unknown terrors. What evil creatures of scary evilness lie in wait in the shadows, ready to play paddy-cake with claws and chainsaws? Dunno, but they'll soon find out.



So, whatdya think?

*This is obvious because I'm Lith. Don't question it.

I would join the ever living shit out of this.

[Isle of Lithonia]

I would join the ever living shit out of this.

Yay, we got IJ in favor of it. Anyone else?

[Volvek]

So, here's just a randomly generated idea of mine own.

*scary announcer voice*

In the year 20-something-or-other, the world went to shitake mushrooms. WWIII occurred, the US and Russia blew each other to fuck with nukes, Mitt Romney joined Barack Obama as dictators of the New Confederate States of America, Godzilla attacked Tokyo, the aliens invaded, and China stopped putting obscene amounts of lead in their child toys (no shit).

Because of all the above, Chuck Norris got really pissed and roundhouse-kicked the whole of humanity into the sun, incinerating every man, woman, and child that was still alive on this godforsaken planet. However, he decided to leave a few persons alive to rebuild the human race. And by the way, there... is... no.... spoon.

At least that's what the big flashy screen just outside of their now open life-pods told them. When the chosen people (all teens or young adults who have lost their memories of what happened, obviously*) stepped out of the house wherein they were kept, they found themselves on the outskirts of ye emptyeth Chicago. Now, they must do their best to survive in this world of unknown terrors. What evil creatures of scary evilness lie in wait in the shadows, ready to play paddy-cake with claws and chainsaws? Dunno, but they'll soon find out.



So, whatdya think?

*This is obvious because I'm Lith. Don't question it.

Sounds a lot like Rage, believe it or not.

[Isle of Lithonia]

So, here's just a randomly generated idea of mine own.

*scary announcer voice*

In the year 20-something-or-other, the world went to shitake mushrooms. WWIII occurred, the US and Russia blew each other to fuck with nukes, Mitt Romney joined Barack Obama as dictators of the New Confederate States of America, Godzilla attacked Tokyo, the aliens invaded, and China stopped putting obscene amounts of lead in their child toys (no shit).

Because of all the above, Chuck Norris got really pissed and roundhouse-kicked the whole of humanity into the sun, incinerating every man, woman, and child that was still alive on this godforsaken planet. However, he decided to leave a few persons alive to rebuild the human race. And by the way, there... is... no.... spoon.

At least that's what the big flashy screen just outside of their now open life-pods told them. When the chosen people (all teens or young adults who have lost their memories of what happened, obviously*) stepped out of the house wherein they were kept, they found themselves on the outskirts of ye emptyeth Chicago. Now, they must do their best to survive in this world of unknown terrors. What evil creatures of scary evilness lie in wait in the shadows, ready to play paddy-cake with claws and chainsaws? Dunno, but they'll soon find out.



So, whatdya think?

*This is obvious because I'm Lith. Don't question it.

Sounds a lot like Rage, believe it or not.

What, Chuck Norris roundhouse-kicking everyone, or claws and chainsaws?

[Volvek]

A select group of people being, for lack of a better word, stored in something similar to cryo tubes and sleeping through an apocalypse only to wake up to a completely new planet, so to speak.

[Isle of Lithonia]

A select group of people being, for lack of a better word, stored in something similar to cryo tubes and sleeping through an apocalypse only to wake up to a completely new planet, so to speak.

Hmm... I like. Where are these cryo tubes located? (JK)

[Lavan Tiri]

So, here's just a randomly generated idea of mine own.

*scary announcer voice*

In the year 20-something-or-other, the world went to shitake mushrooms. WWIII occurred, the US and Russia blew each other to fuck with nukes, Mitt Romney joined Barack Obama as dictators of the New Confederate States of America, Godzilla attacked Tokyo, the aliens invaded, and China stopped putting obscene amounts of lead in their child toys (no shit).

Because of all the above, Chuck Norris got really pissed and roundhouse-kicked the whole of humanity into the sun, incinerating every man, woman, and child that was still alive on this godforsaken planet. However, he decided to leave a few persons alive to rebuild the human race. And by the way, there... is... no.... spoon.

At least that's what the big flashy screen just outside of their now open life-pods told them. When the chosen people (all teens or young adults who have lost their memories of what happened, obviously*) stepped out of the house wherein they were kept, they found themselves on the outskirts of ye emptyeth Chicago. Now, they must do their best to survive in this world of unknown terrors. What evil creatures of scary evilness lie in wait in the shadows, ready to play paddy-cake with claws and chainsaws? Dunno, but they'll soon find out.



So, whatdya think?

*This is obvious because I'm Lith. Don't question it.

This...is....FUCKING AWESOME.

[Isle of Lithonia]

This...is....FUCKING AWESOME.

*bows* I want to say thank you to all my adoring fans for their support of this rp idea.

[The Templar High Council]

So, here's just a randomly generated idea of mine own.

*scary announcer voice*

In the year 20-something-or-other, the world went to shitake mushrooms. WWIII occurred, the US and Russia blew each other to fuck with nukes, Mitt Romney joined Barack Obama as dictators of the New Confederate States of America, Godzilla attacked Tokyo, the aliens invaded, and China stopped putting obscene amounts of lead in their child toys (no shit).

Because of all the above, Chuck Norris got really pissed and roundhouse-kicked the whole of humanity into the sun, incinerating every man, woman, and child that was still alive on this godforsaken planet. However, he decided to leave a few persons alive to rebuild the human race. And by the way, there... is... no.... spoon.

At least that's what the big flashy screen just outside of their now open life-pods told them. When the chosen people (all teens or young adults who have lost their memories of what happened, obviously*) stepped out of the house wherein they were kept, they found themselves on the outskirts of ye emptyeth Chicago. Now, they must do their best to survive in this world of unknown terrors. What evil creatures of scary evilness lie in wait in the shadows, ready to play paddy-cake with claws and chainsaws? Dunno, but they'll soon find out.



So, whatdya think?

*This is obvious because I'm Lith. Don't question it.

First: I like the idea, but I'm full now. We can help make it though.

Second: Can I join your religion? (I did stuff with my sig already. This is just for niceties.)

[Isle of Lithonia]

So, here's just a randomly generated idea of mine own.

*scary announcer voice*

In the year 20-something-or-other, the world went to shitake mushrooms. WWIII occurred, the US and Russia blew each other to fuck with nukes, Mitt Romney joined Barack Obama as dictators of the New Confederate States of America, Godzilla attacked Tokyo, the aliens invaded, and China stopped putting obscene amounts of lead in their child toys (no shit).

Because of all the above, Chuck Norris got really pissed and roundhouse-kicked the whole of humanity into the sun, incinerating every man, woman, and child that was still alive on this godforsaken planet. However, he decided to leave a few persons alive to rebuild the human race. And by the way, there... is... no.... spoon.

At least that's what the big flashy screen just outside of their now open life-pods told them. When the chosen people (all teens or young adults who have lost their memories of what happened, obviously*) stepped out of the house wherein they were kept, they found themselves on the outskirts of ye emptyeth Chicago. Now, they must do their best to survive in this world of unknown terrors. What evil creatures of scary evilness lie in wait in the shadows, ready to play paddy-cake with claws and chainsaws? Dunno, but they'll soon find out.



So, whatdya think?

*This is obvious because I'm Lith. Don't question it.

First: I like the idea, but I'm full now. We can help make it though.

Second: Can I join your religion? (I did stuff with my sig already. This is just for niceties.)

Ya, I'm personally full as well. But I can take a strictly NPC and OP role with it.

And yes, you can join my fucking awesome religion.

[The Templar High Council]

First: I like the idea, but I'm full now. We can help make it though.

Second: Can I join your religion? (I did stuff with my sig already. This is just for niceties.)

Ya, I'm personally full as well. But I can take a strictly NPC and OP role with it.

And yes, you can join my fucking awesome religion.

I now deal with all donations to Lithianity. And by "donations" I obviously mean taxes and money solicited from the citizens.

[The Templar High Council]

So after we're done working on your idea, Lith. I have an idea I want to throw out. And by "idea" I have not even an outline. I have a word.

[The Republic of Atria]

So after we're done working on your idea, Lith. I have an idea I want to throw out. And by "idea" I have not even an outline. I have a word.

when you're done with your ideas. I have a few that I have semi fleshed out.

[The Templar High Council]

So after we're done working on your idea, Lith. I have an idea I want to throw out. And by "idea" I have not even an outline. I have a word.

when you're done with your ideas. I have a few that I have semi fleshed out.

Should I make a signup sheet for proposing new ideas? Like "Item on the Agenda:" kind of thing?

[The Republic of Atria]

when you're done with your ideas. I have a few that I have semi fleshed out.

Should I make a signup sheet for proposing new ideas? Like "Item on the Agenda:" kind of thing?

That would probably be a good idea.