So, I had an idea for a J.D.A.T.E RP right after I finished the second book in the series, but I wasn't quite confident enough to put it on here. Now I figure, what the hell, why not make an interest thread. So, below you will find everything you need to know about the RP. Lte me know if you are interested when you finish reading.
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?I think that went well.? Robert said, entering the front door of Nash?s house.
Nash shot him a murderous look as he headed to the bathroom to get a towel. He began wiping the surprisingly odorless orange slime from his hair while Robert took two beers from the fridge.
?Excluding the part where you got frosted like a doughnut I mean.? Robert teased, taking a sip from the bottle.
Nash exited the bathroom, orange streaks still staining his shirt, which he took off before plopping down on the couch.
?Not in a talking mood?? Robert said.
Nash suddenly jolted to his feet and whirled around to face him.
?I could have died you stupid asshole! You had one job! Watch the fucking entrance! But your 12 year old level of intelligence demanding that you piss in the teacher?s lounge coffeepot was apparently higher priority than my life! That goddamn Jell-O was gonna drown me! Have you ever been eaten alive by a living car-sized lump of shitty high-school cafeteria Jell-O? I didn?t think so! Fuck you Robert!?
Nash?s breathing evened out and he settled back on the couch. Robert walked up behind him and handed him the second beer.
?Got that out of your system?? Robert asked in a friendly tone.
?Yeah. Let?s play Mortal Kombat.? Nash responded after a relived sigh.
The sunlight coming through the glass patio door woke Nash up a few hours later. He was alone on the couch and his mouth tasted like stale beer. Robert had worn off, as usual. But he had left a stack of paper on the coffee-table with a Post-It Note.
Nash scratched his head and, after checking to make sure the pot didn?t smell like piss, made some coffee with a little cream and an unhealthy amount of sugar.
As he exited the kitchen, he eyed the small silver pill bottle siting on the counter. He put down his coffee, and picked up the bottle. It was cold to the touch and began twitching slightly in his hand.
Nash slid open the patio door and walked out into the backyard. He unlocked the metal trapdoor next to the empty rubber blow-up pool and walked down the wood steps. The previous owner of Nash?s house had been a paranoid WW2 veteran who lived to see the cold war. Suburban bomb-shelters were all the rage at the time.
Nash flicked the light switch and glanced around at the shelves. They were inconsistently populated with an assortment of bazar objects. For example: a DVD with a pentagram graphic on one side, a glass jar with a creature inside that looked like a cross between a wasp, a spider, and a human eyeball, and a blood red sex-toy covered in vicious looking barbs.
A new edition was a chemistry-lab beaker filled with what looked like the orange Jell-O from last night. Robert must have put it there while Nash was asleep.
Nash put the pill bottle in the cooler next to the staircase, then turned off the lights and hurried back up the stairs. He locked up the shelter, then headed back into the house.
He changed into some clean clothes and then sat on the couch. He was reaching for the remote when the stack of paper on the table caught his eye again.
?What?s the worst that could happen?? Nash joked to himself as he began looking through the applications.
He knew that the worst that could happen was far, far beyond what any human could comprehend.
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Welcome to my RP. The setting, plot, and tone are based on the novels John Dies at the End and This Book is Full of Spiders by David Wong.
The series is a unique hybrid of gut-busting comedy, and pants-wetting horror, and I am hoping we can recreate that.
If you have not read either of David Wong?s books you are still free to submit a character, but the style might take a bit of getting used to. ( Also you should go read them both right now)
Like the books, this RP will take place in an Undisclosed modern day American city that is facing threat by horrific other-dimensional eldritch monsters known as ?Shadow People?, which are exactly what they sound like, and thier army of demonic creatures. The series doesn?t subscribe to any particular mythology, but religion does come into it a bit (you?ll understand in a bit).
The player characters will be a group of people who were unlucky enough to get dragged into this terrifying struggle between worlds. Most people are first made aware of the terrible truth by taking the drug called ?Soy Sauce?, sometimes unwillingly. When someone takes soy sauce, it allows them to see the hell that is popping up all around them, and they can never stop seeing it, especially not after they are dead. The known side effects include hyper-awareness, enhanced motor control, temporary temporal displacement, and mild clairvoyance, but there are surly more that have not been discovered. All of your characters will have submitted an application on Nash and Robert?s website to help them fight the good fight (also known as your character sheet).
Nash Tringem and Robert Stevenson are two unlucky bastards who find themselves with little choice but to defend the unaware masses from The Shadow Men. Well, ?Two? is kind of subjective (you?ll see)
Guns, fire, blades, they are serviceable weapons when fighting the demons, but their unholy nature leaves them vulnerable to things like crosses, holy water, and other improvised ?holy weapons?, i.e. a baseball bat wrapped in pages from the bible.
This RP will be played out through several chapters with different challenges in each one and if anyone is willing to be my co-gm, I would welcome that BUT if you wish to be co-gm, you have to have read at least one of the books, to ensure you have a handle on the material.
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Today?s Forecast: Sunny With A Chance Of Apocalypse (A John Dies At The End RP)
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?I think that went well.? Robert said, entering the front door of Nash?s house.
Nash shot him a murderous look as he headed to the bathroom to get a towel. He began wiping the surprisingly odorless orange slime from his hair while Robert took two beers from the fridge.
?Excluding the part where you got frosted like a doughnut I mean.? Robert teased, taking a sip from the bottle.
Nash exited the bathroom, orange streaks still staining his shirt, which he took off before plopping down on the couch.
?Not in a talking mood?? Robert said.
Nash suddenly jolted to his feet and whirled around to face him.
?I could have died you stupid asshole! You had one job! Watch the fucking entrance! But your 12 year old level of intelligence demanding that you piss in the teacher?s lounge coffeepot was apparently higher priority than my life! That goddamn Jell-O was gonna drown me! Have you ever been eaten alive by a living car-sized lump of shitty high-school cafeteria Jell-O? I didn?t think so! Fuck you Robert!?
Nash?s breathing evened out and he settled back on the couch. Robert walked up behind him and handed him the second beer.
?Got that out of your system?? Robert asked in a friendly tone.
?Yeah. Let?s play Mortal Kombat.? Nash responded after a relived sigh.
The sunlight coming through the glass patio door woke Nash up a few hours later. He was alone on the couch and his mouth tasted like stale beer. Robert had worn off, as usual. But he had left a stack of paper on the coffee-table with a Post-It Note.
Here are the newest wannabes. You might want to actually pick some this time.
?Your imaginary friend
?Your imaginary friend
Nash scratched his head and, after checking to make sure the pot didn?t smell like piss, made some coffee with a little cream and an unhealthy amount of sugar.
As he exited the kitchen, he eyed the small silver pill bottle siting on the counter. He put down his coffee, and picked up the bottle. It was cold to the touch and began twitching slightly in his hand.
Nash slid open the patio door and walked out into the backyard. He unlocked the metal trapdoor next to the empty rubber blow-up pool and walked down the wood steps. The previous owner of Nash?s house had been a paranoid WW2 veteran who lived to see the cold war. Suburban bomb-shelters were all the rage at the time.
Nash flicked the light switch and glanced around at the shelves. They were inconsistently populated with an assortment of bazar objects. For example: a DVD with a pentagram graphic on one side, a glass jar with a creature inside that looked like a cross between a wasp, a spider, and a human eyeball, and a blood red sex-toy covered in vicious looking barbs.
A new edition was a chemistry-lab beaker filled with what looked like the orange Jell-O from last night. Robert must have put it there while Nash was asleep.
Nash put the pill bottle in the cooler next to the staircase, then turned off the lights and hurried back up the stairs. He locked up the shelter, then headed back into the house.
He changed into some clean clothes and then sat on the couch. He was reaching for the remote when the stack of paper on the table caught his eye again.
?What?s the worst that could happen?? Nash joked to himself as he began looking through the applications.
He knew that the worst that could happen was far, far beyond what any human could comprehend.
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Welcome to my RP. The setting, plot, and tone are based on the novels John Dies at the End and This Book is Full of Spiders by David Wong.
The series is a unique hybrid of gut-busting comedy, and pants-wetting horror, and I am hoping we can recreate that.
If you have not read either of David Wong?s books you are still free to submit a character, but the style might take a bit of getting used to. ( Also you should go read them both right now)
Like the books, this RP will take place in an Undisclosed modern day American city that is facing threat by horrific other-dimensional eldritch monsters known as ?Shadow People?, which are exactly what they sound like, and thier army of demonic creatures. The series doesn?t subscribe to any particular mythology, but religion does come into it a bit (you?ll understand in a bit).
The player characters will be a group of people who were unlucky enough to get dragged into this terrifying struggle between worlds. Most people are first made aware of the terrible truth by taking the drug called ?Soy Sauce?, sometimes unwillingly. When someone takes soy sauce, it allows them to see the hell that is popping up all around them, and they can never stop seeing it, especially not after they are dead. The known side effects include hyper-awareness, enhanced motor control, temporary temporal displacement, and mild clairvoyance, but there are surly more that have not been discovered. All of your characters will have submitted an application on Nash and Robert?s website to help them fight the good fight (also known as your character sheet).
Nash Tringem and Robert Stevenson are two unlucky bastards who find themselves with little choice but to defend the unaware masses from The Shadow Men. Well, ?Two? is kind of subjective (you?ll see)
Guns, fire, blades, they are serviceable weapons when fighting the demons, but their unholy nature leaves them vulnerable to things like crosses, holy water, and other improvised ?holy weapons?, i.e. a baseball bat wrapped in pages from the bible.
This RP will be played out through several chapters with different challenges in each one and if anyone is willing to be my co-gm, I would welcome that BUT if you wish to be co-gm, you have to have read at least one of the books, to ensure you have a handle on the material.
1) I am your Lord and Master and shall not be questioned. (unless you can prove I?m wrong)
2) No godmoding, Mary-Sueing, or any other undesirable characters. You will be informed if there is something of the sort about your submission.
3) If you get accepted I will expect you to post consistently. If you will be gone for a long period of time, be sure to inform me (or the Co-GM).
4) I want all posts to be of reasonable length, so no single lines, but you don?t have to make a whole paragraph with each post.
5) If you make the RP less fun for the other players, there will be consequences. The severity of consequences will dependent on how bad you screw up.
2) No godmoding, Mary-Sueing, or any other undesirable characters. You will be informed if there is something of the sort about your submission.
3) If you get accepted I will expect you to post consistently. If you will be gone for a long period of time, be sure to inform me (or the Co-GM).
4) I want all posts to be of reasonable length, so no single lines, but you don?t have to make a whole paragraph with each post.
5) If you make the RP less fun for the other players, there will be consequences. The severity of consequences will dependent on how bad you screw up.
For the most part, Undisclosed is a lot like most other mid-western/southern American towns. The problem is, in this town, three friends can walk into a dark alley, and only two will come out having no memory that the third even existed. When French explores discovered the area, they named it ?Serieusement, vissez ce lieu? Which translates to ?Seriously, fuck this place? and marked it on their map with a crude drawing of what looked like Satan?s asshole. The county that Undisclosed resides in has more than three times the rate of mental illness than anywhere in the tri-state area. The highest building in town is 10 floors, because the Mall that was going to be built several years ago got canceled half way through construction when all three main investors vanished into thin air; literally, there were four witnesses. There are two MacDonald?s, a Burger King, a Denny?s and a Starbucks, but no franchise shopping centers. The police force is vaguely familiar with the spooky shit that goes on in town and occasionally give Nash and Robert a call. Other than that, it?s a regular low-income mid-west/southern shithole.
Thank you for applying to fight the devil with us. Fill out this form and email it to us at [email protected]?. You won?t be getting paid, by the way.
Name: Full name please
Age: No applicants younger than 17. You have too much life left to live.
Appearance: A picture will do if you want (especially if you are a hot chick)
Any Previous monster fighting experience: Y/N
(If yes to previous question) How much:
Things to Note: (Mental sickness, criminal record, tendency to sexually assault former employers, etc.)
Special Skills: Are you a doctor? A money launderer? A priest? What are you good for specifically.
History: Tell us about yourself. Where did you come from, how did you first become aware of Soy Sauce and everything else, why do you want to help, you get the idea.
Name: Full name please
Age: No applicants younger than 17. You have too much life left to live.
Appearance: A picture will do if you want (especially if you are a hot chick)
Any Previous monster fighting experience: Y/N
(If yes to previous question) How much:
Things to Note: (Mental sickness, criminal record, tendency to sexually assault former employers, etc.)
Special Skills: Are you a doctor? A money launderer? A priest? What are you good for specifically.
History: Tell us about yourself. Where did you come from, how did you first become aware of Soy Sauce and everything else, why do you want to help, you get the idea.
In case any of you are too dumb to fill out a demon fighting application on the internet, Nash and I have mock ups of our own for you to copy.
Name: Nash Eli Tringem
Age: 26
Appearance: Caucasian, about 5?11, messy brown hair, brown eyes. Likes to wear t-shirts, with a long black coat and jeans. Usually wearing sneakers.
Any Previous monster fighting experience: Yes
(If yes to previous question) How much: About 5 years
Things to Note: Schizophrenic (but peacefully coexistent with it)
Special Skills: Lots of experience with otherworldly entities, and can utilize Robert?s being.
History: Nash was born and raised in Undisclosed, a suffered the consequences. His dad vanished without a trace while he was still in the womb. He was born schizophrenic and struggled with it for most of his life. He took medications to control it but they rarely worked. The activity in his head would go through stages of severity, and at times it was almost like the voice in his head was possessing him. After a series of fights when he was 15, he was put in a ?special needs? school. He graduated from that school, and went to a nearby college, the next year, but he didn?t last long.
He was a 19 year old freshman at a frat party, not an unusual sight. But as the night went on and people began leaving, he and some other kids found themselves in the back room with the kicker for the collage football team. He started showing off this drug called Soy Sauce. He shot up with it and soon everyone was doing it, except Nash. The voice in his head was louder and bigger than it had ever been. He almost had a panic attack and tried to leave, until the Kicker stuck him with a syringe from behind. In that moment, it was like he could see the whole world, the whole universe. Then the voice in his head was quite, for the first time in a long time. When Nash opened his eyes, he found himself being picked up off the floor by someone he had never seen before, but instantly recognized.
?Get up you stupid asshole, he?s gonna kill us!? the familiar stranger said. His voice was exactly the same as the one in his head. Exposure to the Soy Sauce had manifested the Voice as a real person for the time being.
Robert, the voice, dragged him to safety. The cops later said that their best guess was someone went nuts with a chainsaw then vanished into thin air. It took time to get used to the idea that his whole life was going to be different, but after a long adjustment period, and a lot of mistakes, Nash and Robert learned to work together and discovered how to fight off the other-dimension assholes. They have spent the last few years trying to make Undisclosed (and the world) a safer place.
Age: 26
Appearance: Caucasian, about 5?11, messy brown hair, brown eyes. Likes to wear t-shirts, with a long black coat and jeans. Usually wearing sneakers.
Any Previous monster fighting experience: Yes
(If yes to previous question) How much: About 5 years
Things to Note: Schizophrenic (but peacefully coexistent with it)
Special Skills: Lots of experience with otherworldly entities, and can utilize Robert?s being.
History: Nash was born and raised in Undisclosed, a suffered the consequences. His dad vanished without a trace while he was still in the womb. He was born schizophrenic and struggled with it for most of his life. He took medications to control it but they rarely worked. The activity in his head would go through stages of severity, and at times it was almost like the voice in his head was possessing him. After a series of fights when he was 15, he was put in a ?special needs? school. He graduated from that school, and went to a nearby college, the next year, but he didn?t last long.
He was a 19 year old freshman at a frat party, not an unusual sight. But as the night went on and people began leaving, he and some other kids found themselves in the back room with the kicker for the collage football team. He started showing off this drug called Soy Sauce. He shot up with it and soon everyone was doing it, except Nash. The voice in his head was louder and bigger than it had ever been. He almost had a panic attack and tried to leave, until the Kicker stuck him with a syringe from behind. In that moment, it was like he could see the whole world, the whole universe. Then the voice in his head was quite, for the first time in a long time. When Nash opened his eyes, he found himself being picked up off the floor by someone he had never seen before, but instantly recognized.
?Get up you stupid asshole, he?s gonna kill us!? the familiar stranger said. His voice was exactly the same as the one in his head. Exposure to the Soy Sauce had manifested the Voice as a real person for the time being.
Robert, the voice, dragged him to safety. The cops later said that their best guess was someone went nuts with a chainsaw then vanished into thin air. It took time to get used to the idea that his whole life was going to be different, but after a long adjustment period, and a lot of mistakes, Nash and Robert learned to work together and discovered how to fight off the other-dimension assholes. They have spent the last few years trying to make Undisclosed (and the world) a safer place.
