Damiano

Banana

Banned because moltres is a firebird not a phoenix.

Besides that, there's not much for me to say other than I liked reading this. You really seem to have a talent for these short laughs. It reminds me of the small things I used to read back in the day (of a few months ago) by Bob Powers. It's fun and I enjoy enjoyable content.

Justice

TTT (Trouble in Terrorist Town)

Certainly. However seeing as you bridge has yet to be built it has no prior knowledge of bridge building. Therefor it's horrendously constructed. All the other bridges call your bridge a noob. Your bridge cries. I wish I had better people skills

Banned because disagreements lead to arguments

"Thanks again" Says this satisfied customer.

It also depends on how you plan on writing it through characters and development or exposition. Depending on that you many not need much explanation or you might need a lot more. If you're going through the lives of characters you only need to keep up with what they would know. An average guy might know less about the situation (be it dinosaurs, vampires, zombies or whatever else) than a soldier or scientist.

I don't think that speech (as well said and personally agreeable it may be) was what he was asking for. Just suggestion for theme/plot. As for me I'm also a fan of post-apocalyptic scenes. However zombies while an obvious option are admittedly overdone. So I suggest the next best thing dystopian future! Forget natural and biological disasters. Sometimes people just snap. Survival of the craziest. In my opinion, that's way more fun.

Banned for hypocrisy!

Can I trade with myself? (different save files)

Voltorb flip

Certainly. You don't have to do anything however you know the project isn't going to do itself. Are you willing to accept the consequences? I wish I could write a five star erotic novel (cuz I think it'd be hilarious)

Unreal Ambition "Dema?" A synthetic male voice calls. With it, a sum of code pours into a white infinite space. It takes no form however. It instead remains in waves like an audio file. There are two human figures. The one closest to the code, a young woman, around twenty three years old. She was tall for a woman of her age. A head of messy white hair complimenting her pale skin. She stood on a pivot, annoyed with the scene she was taking in. Her red eyes deadset on the man standing opposite to her. A well known face. The wave file hitches slightly. The man was a figure not to be taken lightly. Kazuo Vali, a member of the current Elect. He carried a gentle look, though concern creased the lines between his brow. He stood in a suit looking over a podium. His face appearing on a large screen behind him. This was the day of his acceptance speech, after years of running to become a member of The Elect Vali's time had arrived. From blood money to politics and he had arrived with little to say. "People of Vyker- It means so much that I can be here today and I owe it all to you. When I lost my wife... I vowed to do everything I can to bring our world to a peaceful time. It is thanks to all of you, who allowed me a seat in the Valhalla Triumvirate that I have even a chance to better our community." Vali says. There was a mix of pleasure and fear in his voice. He’s surveying a crown of people only he could see. For the other two it just appears as if they hadn’t loaded in. The nervous man was so happy. So much so that he worried his excitement would cause him to trip over his words. "I wish to make it up to each and every one of you. It is those looked upon as the little people that need us most. You have my attention. An-" Static interrupts his speech. "Well now that I have your attention, tell me something." The white haired girl begins. An earpiece and mic materializing on the right of her face. Allowing her to more confidently vocalize her opinions. "The little war you're fighting for the little people. Who or what is the enemy?" He clears his throat, sliding through the notes he had on the podium screen. Though it was unlikely he had planned on interruption. "Well, miss, I've noticed many crimes go unpunished in the underground. I hope to increase awareness and police activity in the lower streets. To build rehabilitation centers for the unfortunate addicts. As well as shelters for the homeless." The woman twitches at this. Though quickly regains her patronizing composure. "I see, very good. And am I right to assume that include dealing with the organized crime that plagues the area?" Dema asks. "Of cour-" She cuts him off once again. Anger overtaking the fake calm she had wore moments before. "Even your own gang? The one's you left hanging and leaderless?" Vali appears taken aback. He is no longer able to take this as an interview but an attack. "Young lady... what is it you're-" "Does it fucking include my father!? A man who killed for you and was willing to die for you before you had him arrested!? All because he wasn't willing to give up your gang!" A gun materializes in the white haired figures hand. Even as a mass of data it was heavy but Dema raised it with her own strength as well as ferocity. "You betrayed your gang! All you thought of was your dead wife! Well this if for my dead father!" She pulls the trigger. However the bullet doesn't hit the intended body. Instead it hits a body guard that also seemed to be streamed in. Several more loaded in. Suited guards from the Valkyrie, all sufficiently armed to deal with a terrorist squad. Overkill for the single aggressor, starting down their weapons. “Bastards!” Dema prepares to shoot again. The determination of someone who would rather be killed than give up, while powerful, was not bullet proof. "Dema!" The code become much larger, taking on a wall like form. It acts as a shield for the girl. Ready to take each shot. No noise. "It's fine, Vardr." Dema says, scratching her head with the coded gun. "They're not scripted to shoot. They don't even have fingers." Dema knocks on the wall and it forcibly contracts to a somewhat humanoid form. "By the way, you still suck at constructing a form." "Is this what you do every night?" The code called Vardr asks. It floats around looking at the fingerless agents. The guns didn't even have triggers and were likely empty of ammunition. It was a safeguard but giving the type of hacking this was if she became to immersed, they could become as dangerous as any real world Valkyrie. "This isn't healthy." "That's none of you business, you outdated AI." Dema coldly responds. "I told you. This is my sanctum. Not ours." The rifts mellow, making the AI appear depressed. "Dema... Why make this your Happy Place? A world where you do nothing but kill is nothing compared to the real world you're lucky enough to walk in." "This world is real as I make it." She says, forming buildings and and street. Shells of people walking through the neon city. They step in and out of store and speak useless chatter. However, even the AI can see there was nothing more to these people than code and graphics. Dema was going to go insane. A construct hacker, living and sleeping in an empty chat room on a Fafnir Collective server. "You're all alone Dema." Vardr says. "You are alone and wasting away. I was willing to let it go before. At least back then you were conversing with other hackers. You were even looking for work with The Fenir Corporation. Now you just rot here ever since you found out about your father." Dema glares, several buildings crumbling behind her. "You have the nerve... Vardr, you hid my fathers identity from me. I grew up between an orphanage and a gutter without knowing why! Who do you think you are?" "I am the two thousand forty-fifth AI of the Pan tech gen seven model. Dubbed Vardr. Stolen and reprogrammed to protect you by your father-" "I know what you are. Who do you think you are?" Dema asks. "My foster family? I am an adult! I can take care of myself." "Dema, you set an alarm in here to remind you when to eat. When was the last time you even went outside?" The girl pauses, having to take time to think. She has no perception of time her. How fast is a thought. How fast do these servers process thoughts. There's no sun or moon unless she wills them to be. "...I don't know." "At least you can admit it." Vardr sighs. "Let's just go outside. Order something from that fast food place you used to go to. You can use your real name, the one your father gave you... Natasha Voleur." She takes time to consider. Vardr could see her fighting herself for answer. Was she fight to say yes or no? Would his attempt to save his master from herself go unheeded as it had so many times before? "Log off." Natasha says with a groan. She could feel the vaguely humanoid AI smile. The white space goes dark as she snaps awake in the real world. The dank room took a brownish hue as city lights shined through the curtains. Her greasy brunette hair stuck to her sweaty body until disturbed by unplugging herself from the hack. She took of her Realizer glasses letting her brown eyes adjust to the reality of her messy room. Natasha stood and stretched, legs feeling weak from lack of use. She was shorter in this world not just do to her decreased age. Though going from twenty two back to nineteen was something of a transition for sure. "If I hate it out there, I'm shooting at Vali at least another thirty times." Natasha says, knowing the AI can't say anything to her about it in this world. Natasha quickly throws on some pants and a jacket over her shirt. Just before unlocking her door she hears her phone ring. "Answ-" She cuts herself off glad no one could hear her saying online commands in the real world. "Maybe I do need to get out more." As the phone rings she goes to her desk. She blows dust of the screen as audio waves pop up. "H-hello?" "At least take a shower first." Vardr says. Natasha blushes, embarrassed that an AI was telling her she smells. Hygiene hadn't been on her mind for awhile. This would be a long shower. "I may not have known my father, but after living with you, I can tell he made bad judgement picking friends. But I should look professional if I plan on recruiting." "You're welcome." Vardr says, hanging up as the girl moves to find the bathroom. It’s been quite sometime since she mentioned recruiting for her gang. Probably because she couldn’t find anyone else brave enough to want to commit physical world crimes. Revenge could wait. The AI was beginning to wonder if the girl would ever know the man she hates is the reason her inheritance was so large. Though Natasha seems happier with her twisted ambition. ((This was harder than I thought it'd be. I actually have an alternate ending because I didn't know how to finish it... Or start it.))

Blackjack

Strip!

Banned for reminding me of all the IOU's I have to give out this year.

Sure, Maki shall be pure evil for as long as possible. I wish I could become an infamous art thief!

Pretense

Those are kinda things that are expected to happen. Even in a game of mafia there will be times where a lack of trust will lead to the wrong person killed. And the exe/jester aren't really supposed to help the town, just themselves.

Letterboxing

Mind if I ask what went wrong?

If you mean what everyone was calling "That Incident" I doubt that'll happen with this game. There was a game of Mafia on the forums a while ago. It'll probably be like that but smoother.