Let's play some ADD - Anarchy: Dungeons & Dragons!
I'm gonna give a start setting, if you don't like it, go ahead and find a way to change it. You're as much the DM as anyone else here.
Make up a character. Make them do stuff. Make others do stuff.
Like I said, everyone is DM. If there's any disagreement, you're gonna have to duke it out.
You'll find a Dice Roll button in the toolbar. Enter the range and post. Until we think of something else, everyday rolls are DC 10.
So basically: C1: I don't like your face. You hear a rumble, and see a boulder rolling towards you. Athletics, pussy. C2: 12! Ha! I jump, land on top of it and ride it like the boss I am! C1: Damn. C3: There's another boulder. ....
--- Everyone's dead? Oh no, not everyone. You might have been eaten by Gorfinax, but you're still very much alive. Or are you? You wake up after god knows how long, to find yourself... in a strange place. There's other people there. ---
When Oksana wakes up, she finds herself surrounded by meat. The last thing she remembers was a giant eye staring at her. "I am the chosen one", she remembers thinking. There are people close to her, but they seem to still be unconscious, so she sits down and starts praying, until someone wakes up.
I always use Jade in everything, so I should probably shake things up... Hmm...
Malika, Human, Dancer (Rogue? I don't know D&D classes)
STR 2 DEX 7 CON 4 WIS 6 INT 12 CHA 17 HP 8
Dancing queen, young and sweet
Malika is a young, up and coming belly dancer who's performed for kings across the land. Recently, her caravan was attacked by bandits, leaving her stranded in (insert campaign location here). She's clever, but not too strong. True Neutral alignment.
Comments: RandomWebPersonSTR: 2... good luck lifting a tea cup XD. Dancer's a fine class. Jade: CHA 17, so I can tell someone else to lift the cup for me Jade: NO MAN OR WOMAN CAN RESIST MY CHARMS! MUAHAHAHAHA
A short, fragile looking and skinny, but with an almost godly charming face and voice. He has used his charm to get trough the rough life his genes has delt him, but this has made him quite the slimy coward that don't know how to fight in any capacity on his own.
Flyn laid still on the moist meat floor not sure what to make of the sudden change in his surroundings. He heard breathing or is that a silent whispering?
Comments: Jade: Shit, I think you'll be able to resist my charms... dragenda: There is a new babe on the block! The worst is that i nerfed him. He had godly rolls
David A Howell, collegiate soccer star and only son of an international jewel thief. He goes to college in the US, but grew up in luxury on the French Riviera. Due to that he is bilingual: he speaks both English and Russian.
He holds his father in an almost godlike reverence, and hopes to one day follow in his footsteps as a glorious jewel thief. He was walking to the Student Union when he took a wrong turn and ended up in a room made entirely of pulsating meat. He is really bad with directions.
"Well," he said, stroking his chin in a manner which would have looked thoughtful on a smart person, "my father always told me, "Son, if you ever take a wrong turn and end up in what appears to be the belly of an alien god, look around for praying clerics. They will be so into it that you can rob them blind.""
He looks around, sees the gnome cleric, and goes to pick pocket her...
He accidentally removes his shirt and drapes it over her back. He is not a smart man.
Malika blinks awake, feeling the floor squish beneath her. "What the... EWW! GROSS!" She scrambles backwards, trying to get away from the meat everywhere. Noticing a priestess attacking a shirtless human, she shouts: "Who the hell are you!? What am I doing here!? Did you kidnap me??"
Chairslut of the Funky Shack Institute of Genital Philosophy
With All the screaming and chaios currently happening it doesn't seem like he could keep on pretending to be fainted without risking to be stepped on. In a swift move he stood up and laid a hand on the skimpy dressed human and the angry woman with questionable fate. Putting on his softest voice he said " laaadies you're both pretty. This is not the time to fight. " in an attempt to use his charms to make some peace.
(Doesn't attempt to save against persuasion) "Damn right I'm pretty!" Malika crosses her arms. "I just want to know where we are and why everything's made of meat. Last I remember, I was thrown from my caravan when the idiot driver crashed into a mountain."
Chairslut of the Funky Shack Institute of Genital Philosophy
"Everything become meat. I see big, glorious eye in my head. I feel power of god. God look at me with love. I am Chosen One. God now rules earth, I sure. Bring us here.
You are all His slaves. I am boss, because I am priestess of meat. Simple."
Oksana turns around and starts exploring the surroundings. She determines that they are in some sort of cave made of meat. There's a path in front of them. She gets down on her knees and starts praying loudly in gnomish.
Post by Dash Sean the Ragemonster on Jul 29, 2016 18:31:57 GMT -6
(NOTE: Dave's voice is kinda high pitched, but in a soft way, not a shrill way, more like a child than anything else. My brother once described my Dave voice and mannerisms as "A concussed Mike Tyson without the speech impediment.")
Dave looks at Malika and says, "I was on my way to the Student Union to get some pizza, but I think I took a wrong turn and ended up in hell." He doesn't seem at all concerned and continues, "this kind of stuff happens to me all the time. I think I've just got bad luck. See, my friends and I were in the thrall of a vampire, then to a demon, then we died and came back as vampires ourselves like a month later so we had to dig ourselves out of our own graves. Then we tried to fight a super demon and it killed us all a second time so I was a ghost for a few years until just a few days ago when I got a new body and was returned to life due to something my father called "narrative laziness and convenience." It was like it'd never happened and I didn't even miss any school or soccer practices or anything, even though it's a different year." Having said all that in one breath, he inhales deeply, gets a little light headed, and sits down on a nearby protrudance of meat.
"I hope I don't get tentacle raped in here," he says, looking around, "cause this place reminds me of those Japanese cartoons the housekeeper thought he was hiding from me."
Flyn side eyes this obviously not all there rambling mad man. "Weeeell I at least was in a lab, and while that lab did do experiments to some lesser god or something I don't think it was meat related. Durring a session something exploded and caused a rift I fell down into. And while I thought I would be happy escaping that place..." Flyn waves his hand around in an elegant motion " this place does not give me the urge to celebrate and you my fair lady seemes to share my opinion on this matter."