■ Welcome to Springfield ■
The whole 1950s notion was find the right girl, get married, move to the suburbs, then hang out with the guys while she stayed home with the babies.
- Hugh Hefner
OOC Thread
Premise
■ The year is 1955. The air is fresh, the mood is jubilant, and the food is weird. Welcome to Springfield, my friend. A comical parody of a generic, 1950's American town where anything goes, and nothing is as it seems. You will cook up your own unique character, and guide them through daily life in Springfield. Maneuvering around obstacles such as the Red Scare, racial prejudice, and much more, you'll attempt to lead yourself to the American Dream - and make friends along the way. In order to accurately simulate the daily climate of this era, there will be some offensive and what might be considered today as unacceptable topics, but I trust that we can all be mature and try and limit these, and not receive them as intentional, OOC comments or actions. ■
■ A few things to make clear;
A) Please, realistic characters only.
B) While this will be a somewhat comedic and lighthearted rp, please keep things somewhat serious as well. ■
PLEASE READ
Heyo! Me here. If you're new to RP, here's a coupla tips that ought to help you through this adventure. This is required unless I say otherwise.
How to RP
Well, the title is pretty straightforward. Alright, let's see. Hmmmm.....
Perfect!
Okay. You're a young woman, taking a stroll along your neighborhood street when suddenly, a man pops up behind you! Oh no! He has a gun! Well, most newcomers to RP would usually get stuck on the first sentence. So let's get to the tips.
THE RULES
[-] 1. No metagaming, godmodding, and the like. If you've participated in RPs before, you know what we're talking about. Newbies, go here or here
[-] 2. OP's and Co-OP's word is final. You can argue, and if determined an OP is overreaching I'll step in. Obey or you get the ban hammah!
[-] 3. Be realistic. No, you can't have star lasers and know the Soviet nuclear codes. This rule will be fairly lax, to an extent.
[-] 4. Your posts may be as long as you'd like, as long as they're more than a paragraph or so.
[-] 5. No magic, no fairies, none of it. Remember what I said about being realistic? Keep that in mind. Always.
[-] 6. Respect your fellow players. If you have a problem with someone, keep it civil and don't let it spill over ICly.
[-] 7. ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THE FOLLOWING; Killing off characters without permission, changing historical events without permission, cyberbullying, NSFW content, virgins (ha-ha), and/or Elvis hating.
APPLICATION
**Please apply in the OOC thread linked above, thank you.**
LIST OF NPC'S
**You may apply as these characters, subject to change
Jack Richards | Mayor Polizzi's Pal, Owns the Springfield Diner
Claudette Richards | Jack's Wife, PTA President
Troy Martin | Mayor Polizzi's Favorite [insert racial term] to pick on
ROSTER
Example Character | Example Occupation | Example Player
Frank "Big Frankie" Polizzi | Mayor of Springfield | Esekistan
Abraham Mortimer Stone | Journalist | Voxija
Bill Williams | Milkman | Talychon
SPRINGFIELD, USA
POPULATION 1,443
Monday
July 11, 1955
6:44 a.m.
By this time every morning, Frank was usually driving into town in his freshly-waxed Cadillac Fleetwood. However, today was not usual. Today was Monday, and every Monday he went down to Jack Richard's place for some booze and poker to start the day. He grabbed his keys, and kissed his wife good-bye. He strolled out along the stone pathway in front of their home, and got into his car. He very much enjoyed flaunting his wealth in front of the townsfolk, and he ensured they saw him. He stuck the key in the ignition, and turned it.
Chuk chuk chuk....
"Goddamn it!" Frank exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the steering wheel. Trying thrice more, he gave up and decided to walk. The sun was steadily rising as many neighbors began to awake. As he walked, he evoked waves from men mowing their lawns, and in turn he snuck a few looks at some of the women. Once he arrived at Richards', he rapped on the door. After a few moments, Jack came to the door.
"You're late, Frank!" Jack said, slapping him on the back as he walked inside.
"My godforsaken car wouldn't fucking start!" Frank said, clearly still seething.
Jack gave him an apathetic look as they walked over to the poker table. He went and retrieved a few beers for the two, and began a game of Texas Hold 'Em. About a quarter way through, there was a knock at the front door. Jack got up to answer it, and came back with a surprised look on his face.
"It's for you, Jack. Said it's an emergency" he said.
Frank frowned, and proceeded to the door.
Standing front and center were three FBI agents.
"Hello, Mayor Polizzi. We've been wanting to speak with you."