The Milky Way series RP group (PMT-PFT all species, open)

[Saurisisia]

Boy, it sure is boring not having very many RPs I participate in... :/

... Sorry... I'll get something going when I get home and my dad isn't waiting for me like a hawk.

Alright.

[Daskoxian]

... Sorry... I'll get something going when I get home and my dad isn't waiting for me like a hawk.

Alright.

I'm working on my reply, too.

[Mini Miehm]

... Sorry... I'll get something going when I get home and my dad isn't waiting for me like a hawk.

Alright.

Or you could try starting one yourself...

[Saurisisia]

Alright.

Or you could try starting one yourself...

I'm not too good at starting threads.

That and I really don't have any ideas for any.

[Kreanoltha]

If it's 6, it's Central.

It's 6:44 right now.

Ah. I'm east coast so it was 7:44 when you posted.

[Yes Im Biop]

Mini why do people like Mech's?

[Kreanoltha]

Mini why do people like Mech's?

<notmini>Fuck if I know. Those things are retarded. I mean it's a failcake topped with failicing with failcandled lit by failmatches.</notmini>

[Daskoxian]

They look interesting. They look fast. They look cool when they move.

Mostly that.

[Saurisisia]

Mini why do people like Mech's?

Easy, three words: Rule. Of. Cool.

That's about it.

[Yes Im Biop]

Mini why do people like Mech's?

Easy, three words: Rule. Of. Cool.

That's about it.

I prefer the Rule of Firepower myself.

[Saurisisia]

Easy, three words: Rule. Of. Cool.

That's about it.

I prefer the Rule of Firepower myself.

Suit yourself.

[Kreanoltha]

They look interesting. They look fast. They look cool when they move.

Mostly that.

That's fine. We just want them to admit it. Also, Hlad, get on TTC damn it!!!

[Saurisisia]

They look interesting. They look fast. They look cool when they move.

Mostly that.

That's fine. We just want them to admit it. Also, Hlad, get on TTC damn it!!!

Yep, that's what it boils down to: they just look cool (which they do).

[Durmatagno]

Nation Name: United Technocratic States of Durmatagno

Population: 800 Billion (EFT) 2 Trillion (FT) 12.25 Trillion (PFT)

Government type: Technocratic Democracy

Economy base: Free Market Capitalism (Durmatagno is a industrial nation, exporting little raw goods, preferring to export anything and everything, from star ships to kitchen utensils, they make almost anything, however the specialty of Durmatagno is its computers)

Species percentage in nation: 90% Radion (Information on this race will be posted later), 10% Human.

Tech base: My own, with influences from Halo, but mostly star wars and star trek influences.

Weapon types: Hyper-velocity rounds, plasma weapons, Anti-matter bombs, gravitation bombs, lasers, and electromagnetic weapons (not the ones you find on google, these will be explained later in app.)

Area controlled: 215 Systems (EFT) 4,525 Systems (FT) 315,000 Systems

Amount of habited planets: 225 Planets (EFT) 4,728 Planets (FT) 292,500 PLanets (PFT)

Amount of claimed planets: 2,850 (EFT) 29,750 (FT) 857,750 Planets



Capitol ships: 2,275 (EFT) 475,000 (FT) 5,500,000 (PFT)
Frigates: 7,250 (EFT) 1,850,000 (FT) 18,750,000 (PFT)
Bombers/star fighters: 12,250 (EFT) 15,000,000 (FT) 24,250,000 (PFT)
Drones: 225,000 (EFT) 950,000 (FT) 10,000,000 (PFT)

Super-weapons: Defense Grid, Hyperlasers, Dimension Cannons, Hyper electromagnetic weapons (more than just a few dozen targets at a time with these)

Past RP's Its been awhile since I've done a decent RP on NS, as I haven't RPed in awhile on NS, so I'm posting an example instead:

Of course, this example shows my upper reachs, this is when I spend thirty minutes to an hour on it.

The clinking of glasses, laughter, chatter; she didn't want to see it, she didn't want to hear it at all. Hands reached for the doorknob, light leaked onto the floor beneath. The door opened just a crack, warm light spilled into the dark hallway and a bit onto the young girl with emerald green eyes. A man sat in his chair with two ladies of the night. The child stepped back. She closed the door with a click, the man looked over and instantly stood. But he was too late.


The child ran up to her room and had slammed her door shut. “Niki!” The man called out to his daughter. He walked out of that room and up to hers. He opened the door, he found the young girl lying on her bed; wearing a black dress as she cried into a pillow. “Nicolette; what are you doing up at this hour?” He asked as he sat down on the foot of the girl's bed. Nicolette or Niki Godfrey, sat up, strands of her light brunette hair fell in front of her eyes, she inched away from her father at this time. “What are you doing with all those women!?” Niki said through her tears. The man, Harold Godfrey shook his head sadly.


“Sweetie, I just needed some company.” He stated. “I'm not an idiot!” Niki stated as she looked to him with a glare. “It hasn't even been half a year since mum died!” She shouted as she jumped off the bed. “How can you do this? Be so cheery like nothing is wrong!? It's painful, father!” She kept shouting, outside rain began to pour. The man tried to comfort his daughter with words. But he knew he couldn't reach her. Nicolette was upset, she had just lost her mother and one of her closest friends; now she found this. She couldn't contain anymore of her feelings.


“I hate you!” She said to him as she ran out of the room and down the stairs and right out the front door and into the rain. “Niki!” He called out again. She just kept running and running until she came to the house of a relative; Madam Red, her mother's cousin. They might have been distantly related, but Madam Red became close to Niki, ever since Ciel disappeared and her sister and brother-in-law died. As Niki knocked on the door, Madam Red herself was the one to open the door. “Niki?” She said quietly. She quickly placed her robe around the girl, afraid she'd get sick because of the cold.


Nicolette didn't say a word. Madam Red showed her into the parlor room where she had started a fire in the fire place. That night, Madam Red called the girl's father. He told her just to keep her there, he would send her things in the morning. He was on his way to India. The news didn't faze Nicolette at all. Would anything shake this girl, cause her to come back to her senses, to make her smile?

---A Few Weeks Later In India---

Out in the courtyard, a young Indian girl with long jet black hair and those same emerald green eyes was playing all by herself. As a carriage came up, a smile came onto the thirteen year olds face. She ran right to the man known as Harold Godfrey. “Father!” She said happily. “Eila.” The man said as he picked her up, hoisting her into the air before he hugged her.


Eila smiled at this. “You're always gone for too long, father.” She said to him lightly. They walked into the grand palace together then. “I'll be around here much longer, my dear. Don't fret.” He said to her in a soft tone of voice. The girl nodded her head at this. Unlike Nicolette, Eila loved her father very much. It was an obvious difference between both girls. The man saw this, but he still loved both his daughters. Despite the hatred one had for him.

---A Year Later---

“It can't be!” Madam Red said in shock. She was on a carriage with Nicolette, the young girl still wearing black. They arrived at a manor within London. Madam Red rushed right into the house. Niki followed after her. Standing in a chair by the window with an eyepatch over his right eye was Ceil Phantomhive. Madam Red's nephew and another distant relative to Niki. Madam Red pulled him into a hug, not minding the man standing beside the boy. Niki just stood there in a bit of shock. At this time, she began to cry. She was relieved to see him then. Madam Red pulled her into the hug then. The two girls cried as they held onto the stoic boy.

---Two Years Later---

“Shouldn't you put that black dress away, Niki?” Madam Red asked Nicolette, now thirteen. Niki stared up at her guardian. “Queen Victoria wears black all the time.” She stated. “Why can't I?” She then asked. “It's been three years-“ The Madam was cut off. “It's been longer for her.” Niki stated. Madam Red sighed a bit. She shook her head. “Impossible.” She stated. “Please get to bed on time my dear, sweet dreams, I love you.” She said to her. “I love you too, Auntie.” Niki had managed to say with a smile as she watched her leave.


Those were her last words with Madam Red. That funeral had been a month or so ago. Niki still clad in black stood at her father's coffin now. “Did I really say I hate you all those years ago?” She asked as she looked at the dead man's casket. “I'm so so-” She was cut off as the door opened. “Who are you?” Eila asked, now a sixteen year old girl. Her hair was much longer at this time and she was a bit taller, instead of black she wore white. “I'm Nicolette Godfrey; his daughter...” Niki said quietly. “Who are you?” She asked. Eila frowned. “Eila, I'm his daughter...” There was a long pause.


Nicolette turned back to the casket. “On second thought, I'm not sorry. I hate you more right now.” She stated as she walked out of the room. She left Eila with the casket then. The funeral was just about to start, Niki didn't step back into the room at all.


After the funeral. Niki and Eila entered a lawyer's office. He waited for them to be seated before he spoke. “Harold Godfrey's last testament states ‘Niki, I'm sorry for all the pain I had caused you over the years. I'm sorry that this will most likely be my last words to you, I love you. Eila, my eldest; I should have said something to you, to the both of you. I want you to spend time with your younger sister at least; get to know her. Maybe even grow to love her? I leave the both of you my estates in England and India. You may divide them up as you wish. I also leave half my fortune to each of you, my you live great lives'.” The lawyer looked to the both of them.


Niki stood up first. Eila stood up after a bit. She looked down at her feet and tried to walk out, but Eila reached for her hand. “Nicolette.” She said to the child. “Let's try and be friends. Okay? I don't have any other siblings...” Eila stated. Niki paused for a moment. She then nodded her head. “Okay, I'll try.” She said to her quietly. Since that day, the two girls lived together in the manor in London.

---Few Months Later---

It might have been late winter, but there was a special occasion going on. The Count Pennvalin was getting married to a Duke's Daughter, Elaine Hapsburg of Juda. The wedding was being held in the royal church and the reception was actually in the palace.


“Why do you have to wear red again?” Nicolette asked Eila. “It's a part of my culture; wearing red is good.” She said to the girl. “Must you always wear black?” She then asked the younger girl. “Still in mourning.” She added. It was the reception at this time. Eila was sipping on champagne and Niki was sipping on sparkling juice.


The two sisters were indeed noticeable in this crowd of English nobles. Eila was soon asked to danced at this time by one of the Count's brothers. Niki just stayed back as she looked around. She did get along with her sister, but they did clash quite a bit of certain things. Through the crowd, she spotted someone familiar. Ciel. He was with his Butler Sebastian as well as two Indian men whom she didn't quite know at this time. Lizzie was even here, but she was walking right towards Nicolette. “Niki, that is not cute at all!” Lizzie said with a frown. “Elizabeth, we've had this discussion before.” But she was ignored as she was being pulled towards Ciel and the others. “It's been forever since we've all chatted decently.” Elizabeth stated. “Now let's talk!” She added. Niki sighed. She sheepishly looked to Ciel. “Very nice to see you again...” She said to him. She didn't know what to say to him or anyone anymore really.

"Think carefully, should you reject the Faith even this once the Gates of Paradise will forever be out of your reach." Ivory feathers fell from the sky like a light snowfall, drifting down onto the ground where mounds of feathers were, forever continuing the pattern. From an outsider's perspective, they would have found this to be quite peaceful to watch this and they would wonder where such feathers came from. The color reminded him of the pearls that had been found within his home, sometimes upon his mother's neck. But that had been long ago before the fire ensued upon his home, before the murders of both his parents, before anything could have seemed to have been wrong. "Do you think one who is among the Faithful would ever go so far as to summon someone like you?"
A light amused, dark chuckle came, before the voice continued with a softer tone.
"I'll ask but once more, do you wish to form a contract with me?"

The eyes of sky blue widened slightly with more aggressive behavior, as they gazed upon the night crow that perched upon the blackest branch that uprooted through the mounds of feathers across from his gaze to the left. His beady black eyes did not bat, nor did the feathers ruffle. The voice came from this being, yet echoed throughout this whole area with a calm tune. "I do! Now stop asking these tedious questions and let me know if we have a deal!" Slight irritation touched the base of his tongue as she spoke this, and just as he spoke these words, the feathers reversed in the opposite direction, moving quickly up towards the sky that was beyond his view. They all had arisen from the ground, and he could no longer see the crow nor its perch. Just complete whiteout until the colors changed to black, to symbolize his new life within darkness to satisfy the negative hatred within his heart that desired to be quenched by the act of revenge.

And so it began.

His name was Ciel Phantomhive, the head of the Phantomhive noble family and the son of Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive. He ran the Funtom Company, which manufactures toys, sweets and food. This company proved to be quite successful even under his reign. He was the Earl of Phantomhive and a loyal subject to Her Majesty Queen Victoria. A 'guard dog' as many called it, yet Ciel bore the title proudly as he took the investigations that She gave him. When he returned to take his place as the Earl of Phantomhive, the young lord brought Sebastian Michaelis along with him to his manor. When asked, Ciel merely explained that it was his new butler, but said nothing more on the matter. When the news had been sent that the Phantomhive heir had returned, of course his aunt Madame Red had come to see him, along with her ward Nicolette Godfrey, a distant relative upon his mother's side. She had been persistent when asking about what happened while he was gone, but Ciel never shared. His beloved aunt seemed to have accepted this because his return was enough. His great change had been obvious to them.

Many things happened over the years, that proved to be difficult at times but nothing that his able butler could not do. Whether it was dealing with a shifty captain of industry, abduction, fiancee troubles, investigations, dealing with a Shinigami, demon dogs, possessed dolls or even freeloaders, his butler Sebastian was able to handle it all. Of course, this was due to the secret contract that was between the two and explained why Sebastian seemed so supernatural as well as close to the young lord that he would be willing to do anything. This was because of this deal that Ciel had made with Sebastian, who was a demon, seeking vengeance upon those who disgraced him and the Phantomhive name, in exchange for his soul. The two shared a link that was a reminder to the deal that was called the Faustian contract. This was named after a German legend that dealt with a man named Faust; Though a highly successful scholar, he was dissatisfied and so made a deal with the devil, exchanging his soul for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures.

On this particular day, there was to be an important event that dealt with the Queen's relative getting married to a foreign royal. Of course, the 'guard dog' of the Queen had to attend to such an event.
"Master, it is time for you to wake up." Sebastian's voice spoke out, awakening the young man from his dreamless sleep. He could hear the curtains being drawn back, the rings sliding against the pole that held up the drapes and feel the warmth of the sun as well as see it even beneath his eyelids. Scrunching his eyes for a moment, the young lord opened his eyes to reveal the rather gorgeous sky blue eye as well as the blue eye with violet markings within it that was the symbol of the Faustian contract that he had made with the demon. His vision came into focus and he could see the butler tying the golden cords around the curtains so that they would remain open, annoying him with the sun's rays of light that shined down upon him.

The young master pulled himself up into a sitting position, hearing Sebastian pouring the morning tea to help awaken him for the day that would come. "For breakfast today we have a lightly poached salmon accompanied by a delicately mint salad. I can also offer toast , scones, or pan de campagne. Which dish would you care for this morning?" Sebastian asked, as Ciel yawned light behind his hand. He squinted at the light, giving a frown of distaste for it as he turned his back towards it now. "A scone." He replied lightly, as he turned towards the edge of the bed nearest to him so that he could get off. Sebastian musingly nodded his head by this answer, before continuing on: "Today is the wedding between the Count Pennvalin and the Duke's daughter Elaine Hapsburg of Austria, which will take place within the royal church and the reception will be within the royal palace. We must depart immediately after you are ready." He said as he started to dress Ciel now after setting down the tea.

Ciel made a small noise that was a sound of acknowledgement that sounded like a 'hmm'. Sebastian pulled on the long sleeved white shirt that was the under shirt and the rest that Ciel allowed him to do, not lifting a finger for it was the man's job. The clothing that he would wear to such an event would be the appropriate blue and black outfit. After helping the young master put on the dress shoes, the butler stood now and left the young master be for this while to enjoy the cinnamon tea that he had made for him that was nice and hot to start Ciel's day. He stopped at the door, pausing for a moment which caught Ciel's attention as he rose his head. "Oh, and one more thing Master..." Sebastian said, turning to allow the doorway to become open. Before he could finish the response, the news that he would have told him was revealed soon enough as a man burst through the door. It was a seventeen year old Indian with dark skin, golden eyes, and shoulder-length purple hair. Upon this man, he wore large, golden earrings, a gold clip to hold his ponytail and a decorative bindi.

"Good morning Ciel! What is it that I hear about a wedding?" He asked, coming right into the room without permission and jumping onto Ciel's bed, laying down in a comfortable stance with his head propped up with his hand as he sported a charming smile. This alarmed Ciel, his eyes widening and he shot a glare at Sebastian before looking to Prince Soma Asman Kadar. He was near being the bane of Ciel's existence at this moment, since he had been here for a while looking for some woman named Meena. They had tried looking for this woman to get the spoiled brat out of the house, but the drawing that the Prince had made was not, so to say, detailed. Coming in after the Prince was Agni, the servant of Prince Soma. Agni was an Indian man with dark skin, dark blue-grey eyes, and mostly-short, white hair with two braids that are adorned with beads. The Indian servant kept his head wrapped in a plain turban and wore a green sherwani with a yellow and white sash over plain churidars. For accessories, Agni wore silver hoop earrings and a decorative bindi. He also kept his right hand and forearm wrapped in bandages, which he only unwrapped when calling on the power of his faith in God to accomplish difficult tasks.

Once coming in, Agni gave a short bow by pressing his hands together and leaning a bit forward. "Good morning Lord Phantomhive." He said in a polite manner, sporting a smile as well. He was more reserved than Prince Soma, because he was a servant. Ciel scowled, his fists clenching. "What did I say about you both coming into my room again?" He said in a raised voice, but this was disregarded by Prince Soma as he continued on to speak. "Of course Agni and I will accompany you to this royal wedding, just in case we see a sign of Meena, on your approval of course." He said with his smile. Ciel frowned even more. "And why should I do that?" He demanded, fixing the black eye patch that was over his eye with the mark. Prince Soma chuckled as he continued to smile knowingly. "Because I order you to." He said, now sitting up and jumping off the bed. Sebastian calmly watched the scene play before he spoke up. "Pardon me, Prince, but of course you may join us to the royal wedding as it is a joyous event-"

"What?!" Ciel interrupted, glaring daggers at his butler now, who continued on, which Ciel was getting really ticked off about because people were not listening to him: "-however my master must prepare beforehand and he cannot very well do so while you are in the room. If you shall follow me, you may enjoy the nice breakfast I have prepared." He said and stood waiting for the two. "Ah, that sounds promising! Though I cam not sure how good it will taste compared to Agni's cooking." Prince Soma said with his grin, and began to move out of the room while Agni followed after him. Once they were out of the room, Ciel kept his eyes upon his butler, a look that was asking why the Prince and his servant were still here. Sebastian seemed to get the message clearly, as he simply replied: "They are your guests, and we shall treat them adequately to uphold the Phantomhive hospitality." With that said, Sebastian moved out of the room, closing the door behind him.

After Sebastian left, Ciel slipped on his two rings. One was an ornate silver piece holding an emerald-cut deep blue stone, a one-of-a-kind family ring that had been passed down through his family for generations; he wore this on his left thumb, as it was an adult's ring, therefore too large for him. The other was a gold seal, or signet, ring in the form of the family crest, worn on his right hand, and used to stamp the wax seal on documents at times. His other index finger rubbed the ring that was the family ring.

Later that evening, Earl Ciel Phantom and his group arrived. Prince Soma and Agni were both wearing Kurta Payjamas; Prince Soma's was blue and Agni's was green since they had to avoid black or white, though it did not really apply here. But they were still in their habits. They were wore loose shoes that was from their tradition. Ciel was not really pleased to see them do this, yet he had to attempt to respect their traditions. Almost immediately they were found by Ciel's fiancee, Lizzie or rather Elizabeth Middleford. She fawned over Ciel, who was not pleased to see Prince Soma smirking about. It continued for a while and Prince Soma and Lizzie seemed to be becoming good friends after a while. But soon Lizzie ran off after she saw something and so they waited. It wasn't long before Lizzie came back, holding someone by the arm: Nicolette Godfrey. It became awkward for him because they shared a connection between Madame Red, as well as old childhood memories that were distant now. A tug at his heart came to him, remembering his aunt;s death for he had been there. He kept the secret to what really happened that night, not wanting to defile her good name.

Ciel closed his eye. "Very good seeing you as well, Nicolette." Ciel said to her, and it was being obvious that it was very awkward. Prince Soma frowned, putting his hands on his hips and he nudged Ciel in the rib. "Ow." Ciel hissed, turning his eyes onto his arrogant guest who raised his eyebrows to him. "Introduce us." Prince Soma replied, which Ciel huffed about but indicated to the two Indian men. "Nicolette, this is Prince Soma and his servant Agni. Prince Soma and Agni, this is Nicolette Godfrey." He introduced. Agni gave a small bow and Prince Soma came forward. 'Very nice meeting you Nikki." He said, shortening her name without really asking because he could get away with it. Or, so he believed, because he was a Prince.

Durmainians are a species of reptiles, their average height is about eight feet, and, because of the heavy gravity of their homeworld, Durmainins have thick, stout limbs, and are heavy set. Their bodies are covered from head to toe in thick scales, commons colors being white, green, and black. With four arms, Durmainians are a sight to behold, and a menace on the battlefield. Able to easily lift a ton on earth with each pair of arms, making them formidable warriors on the ground, easily able to wield weapons that would have to be mounted for other species. Durmainians have three eyes, two are set normally, giving them a field of view similar to that of humans, however they keep their third eye, hidden in the middle of their forehead, closed, as when they open it, all three can see EM waves, and this has granted them a supreme level of expertise in the fields of biological, and computing areas. As well as creating devastating EM weapons. Your average Durmainian has a tail of about half their body length, and at the end is a wicked, solid bone spike. The head is much like a velociraptor, however, at the very back of the snout is a series of molars to help eat vegetation, yep, they are omnivores, though they prefer meat.

Durmainian technology is based around a combination of mass driver and energy weapons, a combination of which will exist on every soldier (Plasma Rifle and an Assault rifle of some kind on one soldier), and is highly advanced in biological weapons, as well as EM manipulation and computer technology. Durmainian EM weapons can have a wide variety of effects, from causing a living thing to be overwhelmed with pain, to feeling nothing at all, or even severing the connection to the brain. EM weapons for fighting enemy ships usually interferes with power flow, diverting it to cause critical failures, or overloading the circuits, or even cutting off the supply completely.


Planet:

This planet is 4.0x the size of earth. It has 26-hour days and 2.0X earth gravity. It is 20% land mass with 10 continents and is dominated by reptiles on land, sea, and in the air. Most of the land is dominated by tropical forests with scattered deserts and temperate forests. Many of the plants here are non-toxic to reptiles, but highly toxic to mammals and birds. This planet orbits a large gas giant at a distance, the gas giant providing a small amount of the tropical heat through tidal friction and the three sun-like stars at the center of the system provide most of it.

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Surface Area: 2,040,288,000 kilometers
Land Area: 408,057,600
Water Area: 1,632,230,400

Durmainian EM Weapons are used to interfere directly with enemy systems by re-diverting energy into random destinations to cause chaos. Weapons designed to target living things mess with the nervous system, overloading it or shutting it off completely, infantry weapons can even shut down the minds connection to the body.

Answer?

[Hladgos]

Durm, you're accepted.

[Casl]

Izon frowned. His eyes flashed crimson for only a second. That's all it took. The explosion, the radiation, and every attack drone was sent to the Shadowrealm in a blinding flash of light. His eyes returned to their normal dark red as he turned the ship around and microjumped next to the Albatross. The jump was weak enough to not make an impact on the transports powerful shields.

Thats it i quit Alone In the Darkness, i will stay in this group but wont join another RP until you people stop bringing magic and shit into FT.

[Mini Miehm]

Durm, you're accepted.

I thought we were going to discuss these things from now on. That wasn't much of aa discussion.

[Daskoxian]

Izon frowned. His eyes flashed crimson for only a second. That's all it took. The explosion, the radiation, and every attack drone was sent to the Shadowrealm in a blinding flash of light. His eyes returned to their normal dark red as he turned the ship around and microjumped next to the Albatross. The jump was weak enough to not make an impact on the transports powerful shields.

Thats it i quit Alone In the Darkness, i will stay in this group but wont join another RP until you people stop bringing magic and shit into FT.

Take it to Vet. Just ask him to use conventional methods or something.

[Hladgos]

Durm, you're accepted.

I thought we were going to discuss these things from now on. That wasn't much of aa discussion.

... I knew that. Discussion, go.

[Kreanoltha]

I thought we were going to discuss these things from now on. That wasn't much of aa discussion.

... I knew that. Discussion, go.

Okay, so really the most immediate problem is that you seem neglect that part of the app is to screen out bad applicants.

[Hladgos]

... I knew that. Discussion, go.

Okay, so really the most immediate problem is that you seem neglect that part of the app is to screen out bad applicants.

This is a completely open group though.

[Mini Miehm]

Okay, so really the most immediate problem is that you seem neglect that part of the app is to screen out bad applicants.

This is a completely open group though.

Then why do we even apply?

[Santheres]

If you really want it "completely open" then there shouldn't be an app and you shouldn't be accepting people. Default should be "ANYONE POST IN OUR THREADS! YAY!" And that's not the case. An open group is not a blind group, and the quality of the group and our general relationship as a group is important to keep things running smoothly. Quality control is a must, then, not just regarding who is capable of posting something decent but also who is capable of getting along with everyone else.

[Kreanoltha]

Okay, so really the most immediate problem is that you seem neglect that part of the app is to screen out bad applicants.

This is a completely open group though.

Not that I remember. If it were, why would we have an app. Anyway, even if it started out as that, its grown too much for that to continue. We need to get a better grip on who we let in. We're a little too big to be accepting people who lack RPing skills, don't work well in a group, and are general tech and number wankers. It makes us look bad. Who we let in the group is a reflection on all of us. We can't have total jerks in here with the rest of us.

[Hladgos]

Glarb. I dont know people. Maybe Ishould stick with just plain RPing. Anyway, we have apps so I can suggest to people how to change stats.