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That and my co-writer still has a fucked laptop and I myself have been abusing my time off relaxing due to finishing a semester in college.
Dice Scum, the series.
- Thread starter Orthodox Chrischanity
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This might be completely out there, but I was thinking... Since we have writers and voice actors, but no artists, maybe we could turn it into an audio series?
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@MarvinTheParanoidAndroid might do some character sketches, he contacted me about them a while ago and mentioned he was working on Tram's design like about a day ago.
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MarvinTheParanoidAndroid
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It's done, actually. Does somebody have a link to a post of all the other characters that needed to be done? I forgot who most of them are.
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Look at first post. You should draw any that don't have a image with them.
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I have a guest writer taking all the notes and compiling an "episode Zero" that introduces the characters, hopefully to get viewers to "bond" with them. Essentially a string of "minisodes" that people talked about.
His intention is to introduce them without giving the reason why they're there. I.e. Shona is transtastic. Trans this. Trans that. Oh yeah, and trans.
His intention is to introduce them without giving the reason why they're there. I.e. Shona is transtastic. Trans this. Trans that. Oh yeah, and trans.
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Sonich errrrr... Episode Zero (opening scene). Miyazaki-like opening with a young man on a bicycle with a box bunjeed to the back. The South Carolina palm trees sway in the wonderful summer sun. A brief near-death experience from when the bike sways into traffic as the young man checks the GPS on his smart phone. But things normalize quickly and the bright smile returns....
GPS: Turn. Right. Now.
The bicyclist turns right into a parking lot, hits one of the many, many potholes and goes flying and skidding onto the asphalt.
The animation style finally goes to the “stylistic” choice for the show.
Aidan: OW! SHITMOTHERFUCKER! GODDAMMIT!
GPS: You have arrived at your destination.
Aidan gets up and dusts himself off. He picks up his bike and wanders over to the nearest street lamp in the parking lot to chain the bike up. He takes off the box and gives it a little shake, wincing of the sound of a few broken pieces, but he doesn't seem too worried. He scans the dingy strip mall and finds the sign he was looking for: The Devil's Pajamas Comics and Games.
There's a young, sweaty, chubby kid in a crisp collared shirt and black slacks. He sees the new arrival and shakily hands him a Christian tract and bolts away.
The neon open sign glares menacingly over translucent stickers of what looks like zombies trying to get into the store. Aidan walks in and finds it... empty, save a wide-eyed guy in a Twisted sister shirt, and an old woman sitting at a table, flipping through a binder with plastic protective sheets. It's almost a scene from an old-timey saloon where the piano player stops and everyone looks at the stranger. But with only two people.
Mathis nods and looks at the box, then thumbs towards some tables in the back.
Mathis: Yer early. Most folks don't get here 'till six.
Aidan: Oh... Okay. Guess I have time to reassemble my elves.
Mathis: Pssht. Fucking elves.
Mathis takes a brief glance at a wall click with a biohazard symbol on it. There's a radiation sticker by the number three, and the minute hand is just about to tick down to it.
Mathis: Three minutes 'till danger. Get ready to take cover.
Gloria nods and puts the binder away, moving to a table further in the back.
Gloria: You... may want to hold on to something, guy.
The second hand ticks down to the three and in comes a flood of noisy junior high kids, already taking about that card game. A few quickly buy Surge sodas and Doritos, then finds seats at the Magic tables. The noise increases to near insane levels.
Gloria (shouting): Hey guy, come over here!
Aidan (also shouting): Uh.... WHY?
Gloria: I HAVE COOKIES!
Aidan: I FEEL UNSAFE NOW!
Gloria: SHUT UP AND GET OVER HERE!
Aidan grabs a few of his models, pinching up the dislodged bows and swords and goes over to join the old woman.
Gloria: Most folks who play your game don't show up until six...
Aidan: Yes, the guy at the register just told me that.
Gloria: Sorry. Anyway... (pulls out foil-wrapped paper plates and reveals several cookies, many with M&Ms) Do you play Organic Universe?
Aidan: Isn't that the game with all the people with OCD issues with their dice and won't shut up about their characters?
Gloria: And people playing your game don't make towers out of d6s and talk about what their models can do?
Aidan: Touche.
Gloria: I'm Gloria. You've got a bit of time on your hands if you plan on sticking around fixing your models. (Gloria starts taking fantasy models out of a shoebox and puts them on the table. She points at a couple) Original lead. Don't touch those. It's too late for me. Anyway, since you know about it, let's make a character. If anything, it'll just kill time.
Aidan: Uh... okay...
They start talking about character creation while music plays over their gestures. Insert montage of dice rolling and pencils scribbling on character sheets.
Gloria (looking up at clock): Time flies. So... Human Barbarian. Got it. You can name him later. Anyway, bit of advice. Don't make eye contact with Chris, hope you aren't offended by f-bombs from Tram, and whatever you do, and I mean it with the utmost seriousness... do NOT say the word "katana" if the tall blonde guy shows up.
Meanwhile fuck yous are being dropped all over the place at the card gaming tables.
Fast forward and a few players with army transport cases start showing up, finding tables to start taking models out. Rapid-fire questions of "How big a game you wanna play?" and "Man I can't wait until they spoil the rules on that model, it looks badass."
Shortly after, the door whooshes open and two silhouettes stand menacingly at the door. The one in front is a skinny man, arms akimbo. The other silhouette is a slightly chubbier guy who adjusts his glasses with his middle finger.
Gloria: Well, enjoy your game. We play on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Hopefully we'll see (looks at character sheet, scowling just a touch)... Grumble the Barbarian with us soon.
End Act I.
GPS: Turn. Right. Now.
The bicyclist turns right into a parking lot, hits one of the many, many potholes and goes flying and skidding onto the asphalt.
The animation style finally goes to the “stylistic” choice for the show.
Aidan: OW! SHITMOTHERFUCKER! GODDAMMIT!
GPS: You have arrived at your destination.
Aidan gets up and dusts himself off. He picks up his bike and wanders over to the nearest street lamp in the parking lot to chain the bike up. He takes off the box and gives it a little shake, wincing of the sound of a few broken pieces, but he doesn't seem too worried. He scans the dingy strip mall and finds the sign he was looking for: The Devil's Pajamas Comics and Games.
There's a young, sweaty, chubby kid in a crisp collared shirt and black slacks. He sees the new arrival and shakily hands him a Christian tract and bolts away.
The neon open sign glares menacingly over translucent stickers of what looks like zombies trying to get into the store. Aidan walks in and finds it... empty, save a wide-eyed guy in a Twisted sister shirt, and an old woman sitting at a table, flipping through a binder with plastic protective sheets. It's almost a scene from an old-timey saloon where the piano player stops and everyone looks at the stranger. But with only two people.
Mathis nods and looks at the box, then thumbs towards some tables in the back.
Mathis: Yer early. Most folks don't get here 'till six.
Aidan: Oh... Okay. Guess I have time to reassemble my elves.
Mathis: Pssht. Fucking elves.
Mathis takes a brief glance at a wall click with a biohazard symbol on it. There's a radiation sticker by the number three, and the minute hand is just about to tick down to it.
Mathis: Three minutes 'till danger. Get ready to take cover.
Gloria nods and puts the binder away, moving to a table further in the back.
Gloria: You... may want to hold on to something, guy.
The second hand ticks down to the three and in comes a flood of noisy junior high kids, already taking about that card game. A few quickly buy Surge sodas and Doritos, then finds seats at the Magic tables. The noise increases to near insane levels.
Gloria (shouting): Hey guy, come over here!
Aidan (also shouting): Uh.... WHY?
Gloria: I HAVE COOKIES!
Aidan: I FEEL UNSAFE NOW!
Gloria: SHUT UP AND GET OVER HERE!
Aidan grabs a few of his models, pinching up the dislodged bows and swords and goes over to join the old woman.
Gloria: Most folks who play your game don't show up until six...
Aidan: Yes, the guy at the register just told me that.
Gloria: Sorry. Anyway... (pulls out foil-wrapped paper plates and reveals several cookies, many with M&Ms) Do you play Organic Universe?
Aidan: Isn't that the game with all the people with OCD issues with their dice and won't shut up about their characters?
Gloria: And people playing your game don't make towers out of d6s and talk about what their models can do?
Aidan: Touche.
Gloria: I'm Gloria. You've got a bit of time on your hands if you plan on sticking around fixing your models. (Gloria starts taking fantasy models out of a shoebox and puts them on the table. She points at a couple) Original lead. Don't touch those. It's too late for me. Anyway, since you know about it, let's make a character. If anything, it'll just kill time.
Aidan: Uh... okay...
They start talking about character creation while music plays over their gestures. Insert montage of dice rolling and pencils scribbling on character sheets.
Gloria (looking up at clock): Time flies. So... Human Barbarian. Got it. You can name him later. Anyway, bit of advice. Don't make eye contact with Chris, hope you aren't offended by f-bombs from Tram, and whatever you do, and I mean it with the utmost seriousness... do NOT say the word "katana" if the tall blonde guy shows up.
Meanwhile fuck yous are being dropped all over the place at the card gaming tables.
Fast forward and a few players with army transport cases start showing up, finding tables to start taking models out. Rapid-fire questions of "How big a game you wanna play?" and "Man I can't wait until they spoil the rules on that model, it looks badass."
Shortly after, the door whooshes open and two silhouettes stand menacingly at the door. The one in front is a skinny man, arms akimbo. The other silhouette is a slightly chubbier guy who adjusts his glasses with his middle finger.
Gloria: Well, enjoy your game. We play on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Hopefully we'll see (looks at character sheet, scowling just a touch)... Grumble the Barbarian with us soon.
End Act I.
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Been doing Christmas things. Tram is finished. I've got access to a scanner so I'll scan a more complete & higher quality version of the Stephen concept art. I'm working on Billy-Bob Ichiro right now.
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That took much shorter than I expected. I'm done with Billy-Bob Ichiro now.
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TitanLithos has written more of e.0 Act II. He wants to know if he's got the personalities down, and if it's an "acceptable level of triggering language". If people like his style, he'll start hammering away at the present scripts.
Can't wait to see more of @MarvinTheParanoidAndroid and @rookie 's art. We also miss you, @falsely_rendered !
Dice Scum: Episode 0, act II
Stepping further into the store, the two figures are revealed. The first is a short, skinny Vietnamese (tomgirl?) player. The second individual is a disheveled looking guy whose eyes are darting everywhere except at any one person. The second guy grabs two dollies of army transport boxes and follows the Vietnamese individual to the tables.
Tram (to assembled players): S'up, cunts?
Random guy #1: Fuck off, Tram. What? You got Chris being your valet now?
Tram: He just painted my...
Chris: I painted his army.
Tram: And he...
Chris: I wanted to make sure they were in good condition coming here.
Tram: Yeah, that's his thing. I'm not going to fucking complain if he wants to carry them in here. So, what's tonight?
Random guy #2: Practicing for the tournament in Charleston. Think you can play competitively for once?
Tram: Oh I'll fucking play competitively. You want it? I'll fucking bring it.
Snickering amongst the crowd. Tram reaches into one of the transports and pulls out a couple printed sheets of paper.
Tram: Blam! Tournament worthy!
Random Guy #2: Yeah, right.
Tram throws a thumb over his shoulder.
Tram: Yeah, right here. I had Chris make my list.
Random Guy #2: Fuck.
Tram grins wickedly. Aidan warily approaches the gathering.
Aidan: So, uh, hi...
All heads swivel to Aidan.
Aidan: I... uh... play too. I just moved into town.
Tram: What...
Chris (interrupting): What do you play?
Aidan: Elves.
Chris: <whatever the elven name was>. Strong defense and ranged game. Terrible melee.
Aidan: Uh...
Tram: Just let him be.
Chris (mutters random statistics)
Tram: No one here plays them. Glad finally someone brings them to the table. You wanna throw down?
Aidan: Um, sure, just let me pick up some of my figs. How big a game?
Aidan wanders back to Gloria's table to pick up the broken models. Chris gasps loudly and fishes into one of the army bags, pulling out some glue. He runs over to the table.
Tram: Oh fuck. He's in triage mode. Dude, he'll fix 'em, don't worry.
Aidan: He... should fucking ask, first.
Tram: I know, I know. He'll replace your models if he breaks them, but it's very, very, very unlikely. Trust me. Plus... HEY CHRIS! YOU GONNA BUY HIM A SODA FOR LETTING YOU TOUCH HIS MINIS?
Chris (softly): Yeah...
Tram: Toldja. Anyway, I'm Tram, that's Chris, that's Fuckhead, Cuntrag, and Cockjockey.
Random Guy #3: Shut the fuck up.
Aidan: Aidan...
Within minutes, Chris has all the models up to an acceptable assembly condition.
Chris: There. Uh... I shoulda asked.
Tram: Buy him a soda.
Chris: Uh, okay. What do you drink?
Aidan: Just a coke, thanks. So...
Tram: Yeah, lemme get my demons. So, how long you been in town?
Aidan: Moved here last week. Starting classes in two weeks.
Tram: No shit? At Tech? I go there.
Aidan: Yeah! Was going for MIT, but, y'know, money.
Tram: Heh. It's a pretty good college. You'll like it.
Chris returns with the coke in hand.
Chris: You should buy a good transport case. This box is not good for the figures.
Aidan: Is there... is there something wrong with you?
Chris: I had a cold yesterday, but I feel fine today.
Tram: Dude, I'm telling you, just let Chris be.
Aidan: So, is this the usual crowd?
Tram: Nah, this is a slow night, we usually...
Chris: The mean number of players on Wednesday nights between the hours six until closing are twelve.
Tram: What he said. And let it go...
Aidan: I'm fucking trying, but he's not making it easy.
Tram: Heh, don't worry, it'll happen. The ones you reaaaaaaaaaally need to learn patience with aren't here yet. One plays this game, and trust me, he takes it seriously. Well, he take his army very seriously.
Aidan (thumbing at Chris): He looks like he takes every fucking thing seriously.
Tram: No, that's just his autism.
Chris: I am not autistic.
Tram: Denial.
Chris: I'm not.
Tram finishes assembling his army, which is magnificently painted.
Tram: Roll for first.
Aidan looks in his box.
Aidan: Fuck, left my dice at...
Chris gets out a brick of dice and gives it to Aidan.
Aidan: ..home. Uh, thanks, Chris.
Chris smiles for the first time, but then blanches when Aidan makes eye contact. He turns his gaze away quickly and starts fidgeting with his army transport.
Chris (muttering): Go ahead and keep them. They roll within acceptable randomness for a fair game.
Aidan: I feel like I should wash my hands before touching these things now.
Aidan takes out two dice and rolls them across the felt tabletop. Tram does the same.
Tram: I'll go first.
The game picks up with the players making moves and counter moves. Chris hovers over all the games like a vulture. Chris seems particularly interested in Aidan's models, wincing visibly every time Aidan picks up one of the repaired models, as if expecting them to fall apart again.
Chris: If you used an ink wash... I could... I could fix the paint jobs on...
Tram: Not now. Playyyyyying.
Aidan: Are you sure nothing's wrong with you, Chris?
Chris shakes his head. The door chimes open and backing up into the store is a tall twig of a blonde. His ponytail haings nearly to his rear. He turns around, revealing <insert anime shirt here>, awkwardly holding a huge model of a feudal Japanese fortress on his forearms, and a tackle box in each hand.
Mathis: Just on time. Late.
Stephen slumps, exhausted from both exertion in carrying everything, as well as him seeing everyone in games. He meanders over to the tables.
Stephen: Chris...
Chris doesn't hesitate, delicately taking the model and setting it safely in the middle of a regular table.
Chris: Less likely to get knocked off here.
Stephen sets down his tackle boxes and opens them up. He picks up a boxed figure and hands it to Chris.
Chris: Daimyo Tsugawa! He wasn't supposed to be released until December. Four attacks on...
Stephen: Con ninja. (makes ninja hand gestures straight out of Naruto) Just put him together. I know you'll do a good job. And here's twenty dollars to paint him. So, I brought the model! Are we gonna play?
Tram: Sorry! Playing Aidan here. Cockjockey isn't playing anyone. I don't think Chris is going to play. I think he's wanting to fondle Aidan's elves some more.
Stephen: Fuuuuuuuuuck... c'mon guys, I spent a lot of money on this. I told you I was going to bring it!
Tram: Saturday okay? Tell you what. We'll play a two-on-two, alright? Promise. You in, Aidan? I'd rather not have to ask any of them...
Aidan: I don't think I have anything on the schedule.
Chris: But we're playing OU Saturday. Gloria's running.
Tram: Fuck, right.
Aidan: Gloria? She helped me make a character.
Tram: No shit? Your week, Gloria?
Gloria nods.
Tram: Sweet.
Chris: You will have to sit between Frank and Harold. Everyone has their favorite place at the table...
Aidan: I'm in the Twilight Zone, aren't I?
Chris: No, you're in Myrtle Beach. Are you still adjusting to moving here?
Stephen: Alright, Cochrane. Get your army out. Standard count.
Montage of players moving pieces, dice rolling, tape measures swishing, et cetera. Chris is in the corner, intently assembling the Tsugawa figure given earlier.
Stephen: There's no fucking way hammer throwers could take on my samurai infantry.
Cochrane: Whatever, dude. The dice here said they did.
Stephen: BAKA!
Tram starts mouthing the very word in unison to Stephen's, saying exactly what he says even though Tram's back is to Stephen's.
Stephen (and Tram): These samurai were trained from childhood to be the most skilled warriors and...
Tram: And they're soooo kawaiiiiiiii desu na! <or something just as mocking to Japanese anime>
Stephen: Fuck off, mainlander.
**Cochrane isn't a character for this. Just came to mind. Other players could be just represented as generic guys with baseball caps that hide their eyes.
Stepping further into the store, the two figures are revealed. The first is a short, skinny Vietnamese (tomgirl?) player. The second individual is a disheveled looking guy whose eyes are darting everywhere except at any one person. The second guy grabs two dollies of army transport boxes and follows the Vietnamese individual to the tables.
Tram (to assembled players): S'up, cunts?
Random guy #1: Fuck off, Tram. What? You got Chris being your valet now?
Tram: He just painted my...
Chris: I painted his army.
Tram: And he...
Chris: I wanted to make sure they were in good condition coming here.
Tram: Yeah, that's his thing. I'm not going to fucking complain if he wants to carry them in here. So, what's tonight?
Random guy #2: Practicing for the tournament in Charleston. Think you can play competitively for once?
Tram: Oh I'll fucking play competitively. You want it? I'll fucking bring it.
Snickering amongst the crowd. Tram reaches into one of the transports and pulls out a couple printed sheets of paper.
Tram: Blam! Tournament worthy!
Random Guy #2: Yeah, right.
Tram throws a thumb over his shoulder.
Tram: Yeah, right here. I had Chris make my list.
Random Guy #2: Fuck.
Tram grins wickedly. Aidan warily approaches the gathering.
Aidan: So, uh, hi...
All heads swivel to Aidan.
Aidan: I... uh... play too. I just moved into town.
Tram: What...
Chris (interrupting): What do you play?
Aidan: Elves.
Chris: <whatever the elven name was>. Strong defense and ranged game. Terrible melee.
Aidan: Uh...
Tram: Just let him be.
Chris (mutters random statistics)
Tram: No one here plays them. Glad finally someone brings them to the table. You wanna throw down?
Aidan: Um, sure, just let me pick up some of my figs. How big a game?
Aidan wanders back to Gloria's table to pick up the broken models. Chris gasps loudly and fishes into one of the army bags, pulling out some glue. He runs over to the table.
Tram: Oh fuck. He's in triage mode. Dude, he'll fix 'em, don't worry.
Aidan: He... should fucking ask, first.
Tram: I know, I know. He'll replace your models if he breaks them, but it's very, very, very unlikely. Trust me. Plus... HEY CHRIS! YOU GONNA BUY HIM A SODA FOR LETTING YOU TOUCH HIS MINIS?
Chris (softly): Yeah...
Tram: Toldja. Anyway, I'm Tram, that's Chris, that's Fuckhead, Cuntrag, and Cockjockey.
Random Guy #3: Shut the fuck up.
Aidan: Aidan...
Within minutes, Chris has all the models up to an acceptable assembly condition.
Chris: There. Uh... I shoulda asked.
Tram: Buy him a soda.
Chris: Uh, okay. What do you drink?
Aidan: Just a coke, thanks. So...
Tram: Yeah, lemme get my demons. So, how long you been in town?
Aidan: Moved here last week. Starting classes in two weeks.
Tram: No shit? At Tech? I go there.
Aidan: Yeah! Was going for MIT, but, y'know, money.
Tram: Heh. It's a pretty good college. You'll like it.
Chris returns with the coke in hand.
Chris: You should buy a good transport case. This box is not good for the figures.
Aidan: Is there... is there something wrong with you?
Chris: I had a cold yesterday, but I feel fine today.
Tram: Dude, I'm telling you, just let Chris be.
Aidan: So, is this the usual crowd?
Tram: Nah, this is a slow night, we usually...
Chris: The mean number of players on Wednesday nights between the hours six until closing are twelve.
Tram: What he said. And let it go...
Aidan: I'm fucking trying, but he's not making it easy.
Tram: Heh, don't worry, it'll happen. The ones you reaaaaaaaaaally need to learn patience with aren't here yet. One plays this game, and trust me, he takes it seriously. Well, he take his army very seriously.
Aidan (thumbing at Chris): He looks like he takes every fucking thing seriously.
Tram: No, that's just his autism.
Chris: I am not autistic.
Tram: Denial.
Chris: I'm not.
Tram finishes assembling his army, which is magnificently painted.
Tram: Roll for first.
Aidan looks in his box.
Aidan: Fuck, left my dice at...
Chris gets out a brick of dice and gives it to Aidan.
Aidan: ..home. Uh, thanks, Chris.
Chris smiles for the first time, but then blanches when Aidan makes eye contact. He turns his gaze away quickly and starts fidgeting with his army transport.
Chris (muttering): Go ahead and keep them. They roll within acceptable randomness for a fair game.
Aidan: I feel like I should wash my hands before touching these things now.
Aidan takes out two dice and rolls them across the felt tabletop. Tram does the same.
Tram: I'll go first.
The game picks up with the players making moves and counter moves. Chris hovers over all the games like a vulture. Chris seems particularly interested in Aidan's models, wincing visibly every time Aidan picks up one of the repaired models, as if expecting them to fall apart again.
Chris: If you used an ink wash... I could... I could fix the paint jobs on...
Tram: Not now. Playyyyyying.
Aidan: Are you sure nothing's wrong with you, Chris?
Chris shakes his head. The door chimes open and backing up into the store is a tall twig of a blonde. His ponytail haings nearly to his rear. He turns around, revealing <insert anime shirt here>, awkwardly holding a huge model of a feudal Japanese fortress on his forearms, and a tackle box in each hand.
Mathis: Just on time. Late.
Stephen slumps, exhausted from both exertion in carrying everything, as well as him seeing everyone in games. He meanders over to the tables.
Stephen: Chris...
Chris doesn't hesitate, delicately taking the model and setting it safely in the middle of a regular table.
Chris: Less likely to get knocked off here.
Stephen sets down his tackle boxes and opens them up. He picks up a boxed figure and hands it to Chris.
Chris: Daimyo Tsugawa! He wasn't supposed to be released until December. Four attacks on...
Stephen: Con ninja. (makes ninja hand gestures straight out of Naruto) Just put him together. I know you'll do a good job. And here's twenty dollars to paint him. So, I brought the model! Are we gonna play?
Tram: Sorry! Playing Aidan here. Cockjockey isn't playing anyone. I don't think Chris is going to play. I think he's wanting to fondle Aidan's elves some more.
Stephen: Fuuuuuuuuuck... c'mon guys, I spent a lot of money on this. I told you I was going to bring it!
Tram: Saturday okay? Tell you what. We'll play a two-on-two, alright? Promise. You in, Aidan? I'd rather not have to ask any of them...
Aidan: I don't think I have anything on the schedule.
Chris: But we're playing OU Saturday. Gloria's running.
Tram: Fuck, right.
Aidan: Gloria? She helped me make a character.
Tram: No shit? Your week, Gloria?
Gloria nods.
Tram: Sweet.
Chris: You will have to sit between Frank and Harold. Everyone has their favorite place at the table...
Aidan: I'm in the Twilight Zone, aren't I?
Chris: No, you're in Myrtle Beach. Are you still adjusting to moving here?
Stephen: Alright, Cochrane. Get your army out. Standard count.
Montage of players moving pieces, dice rolling, tape measures swishing, et cetera. Chris is in the corner, intently assembling the Tsugawa figure given earlier.
Stephen: There's no fucking way hammer throwers could take on my samurai infantry.
Cochrane: Whatever, dude. The dice here said they did.
Stephen: BAKA!
Tram starts mouthing the very word in unison to Stephen's, saying exactly what he says even though Tram's back is to Stephen's.
Stephen (and Tram): These samurai were trained from childhood to be the most skilled warriors and...
Tram: And they're soooo kawaiiiiiiii desu na! <or something just as mocking to Japanese anime>
Stephen: Fuck off, mainlander.
**Cochrane isn't a character for this. Just came to mind. Other players could be just represented as generic guys with baseball caps that hide their eyes.
Can't wait to see more of @MarvinTheParanoidAndroid and @rookie 's art. We also miss you, @falsely_rendered !
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Looks good, although I think Aiden might need to swear less, it works for Tram, but isn't Aiden meant to be more anxious, or have we changed that?
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I have arrived to introduce myself to here, since I have been taken on as a writer. Been having a bit of writer's block for my own projects that I decided to help out something that actually means something, despite it being parody. If that doesn't make sense, I just one and a half pills of ambien.
My writing tends to focus on very bleak things, so I'm trying to go the opposite way and go full-out mania. I also think in pictures, so I add a lot of art direction in the work. But all that I write are suggestions, since I'm the new guy. copy and paste my work, make edits, and I'll consider making the changes to fit the theme of what you all are going for.
My rationale for Aidan cursing is that he's trying to be "one of the guys". Maybe he had a jock friend or something in high school. But if you want him to be nervous about discovery and acceptance, I'll clip that out, or make it cleaner without going into childrens' storybook mode.
I have two transgender friends. They would be called truscum. They say that of all the places they actually feel safe are board game stores. Everyone's a misfit, and people are more about the games being played than what someone's gender is. So, I feel you guys really have far more special than Hayden Black has.
I'm going to keep writing. I'm going to leave the artwork in others' hands. For one, I'm not an artist, and secondly, once we have concept art, there could be some kind of ways to drum up funding for this that doesn't involve selling shitty merchandice to something that doesn't exist.
My writing tends to focus on very bleak things, so I'm trying to go the opposite way and go full-out mania. I also think in pictures, so I add a lot of art direction in the work. But all that I write are suggestions, since I'm the new guy. copy and paste my work, make edits, and I'll consider making the changes to fit the theme of what you all are going for.
My rationale for Aidan cursing is that he's trying to be "one of the guys". Maybe he had a jock friend or something in high school. But if you want him to be nervous about discovery and acceptance, I'll clip that out, or make it cleaner without going into childrens' storybook mode.
I have two transgender friends. They would be called truscum. They say that of all the places they actually feel safe are board game stores. Everyone's a misfit, and people are more about the games being played than what someone's gender is. So, I feel you guys really have far more special than Hayden Black has.
I'm going to keep writing. I'm going to leave the artwork in others' hands. For one, I'm not an artist, and secondly, once we have concept art, there could be some kind of ways to drum up funding for this that doesn't involve selling shitty merchandice to something that doesn't exist.
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Cool. Your scripts are pretty great. They're clashing a bit with my mental picture; namely, I don't see Tram cursing quite so much (not in storybook mode, but IDK about the nicknames for the guys). And wasn't Tram supposed to be androgynous, but a tomboyish girl? Or was that changed?
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My goal, and I should have stated this before, is to make the characters speak like gamers do. If you can believe it, I was holding back on the amount of blue dialog. At the end of the day, though, the good sports always go out for beers or whatever and challenge each other for next week.
You folks are the ultimate arbiters of what goes through.
This is not my vision. If it were my vision, I'd be adding characters that show diversity even though they all are members of the same race. I've been watching this Gen Zed now and see all they get wrong. The entire basis of the show seems to be based on only Goldstein's experience. She seems to be the only one who knows MMOs, and she's the only one who plays them. She only plays Star Wars: The Old Republic. So Hayden only bothers going to one source and tries to build up an entire world around the experiences of this one person. He's extrapolating all of trans culture, trans experiences, gaming experiences, and rich Asian experiences based on one person. He is a metric fuckton of lazy.
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On occasion, I stream videos for friends. I feel I should extend the same to Kiwis in this group. In addition, I would also host a hangout for discussing this series. I think it'd help me get everyone's visions together.
You'd have to tolerate my nasal, so not a voice actor voice.
You'd have to tolerate my nasal, so not a voice actor voice.
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