We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Super, super, SUPER late to this and I'm really sorry about everything but here's my gift to Felds. Originally, was gonna be a Dart-centric story, I still have those sad remnants of words in Onenote after my muse crawled away to die in a hole somewhere. Then, I had a whole bunch of other ideas to do but my computer was on the way out back then. But I promised myself I'd fulfill my secret santa and I'm glad I've managed to do it. (If we're running a Secret Santa again this year, I def will not be participating.)
So here we go, I call it Project Felds. And yes, it's a short mini-dating sim. Lemme know if it doesn't work, it ran fine on my comp but iunno how it'll deal with other systems.
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2015 11:43:53 GMT -5 by Deleted
Oh my gosh, did you code all this? Ahh that's so much work- whoa -- seriously, that's super, super cool. I don't know anything about code except to throw it across the room in frustration and pay someone else to do it. XD;
This is just awesome and -- I've never played anything like this before. I think the last think I sort of played like this was hitchhikers guide to the galaxy back on the Apple but that was a whooooole lot different. I miss text based games. <3
(Aw, and aw, thank you for going to write Dart too at first, <3 I love it when folks do, but I also know first hand that she can be a downright terrible write, the scruffy dink. )
Also, don't be sorry, I super, super appreciate your work - hey, and Christmas in July is a Rudolph TV special - works for me! XD
( I totally understand how time ends up eating us up - so be it. <3 Holidays stink for me and gosh family things eat you up and all your free time, sigh.)
(clicks buttons and plays XD Ahahahah Starscream's self-important speech just cracked me up. XD)
Thank you so much!
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2015 19:03:23 GMT -5 by Feldspar
Wrote all the coding from scratch ayup. I feel like the standard disclaimers should apply, I used a bunch of images I don't own without permission then doodled crack art across them XD.
Except that silly love-heart background thing. That was mine. And all who have seen it shall understand that I can't art worth a damn. I'm also lazy and didn't remove all the excess pictures from the game files, so there might be additional silliness if you go trawling through the image files.
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2015 19:41:52 GMT -5 by Deleted
Adding this little incomplete drabble on as well. It was going to be my original gift but my muse long abandoned it.
Don't Shoot The Messenger
She wakes up.
She is blank, wiped clean of a past, a life lost to her.
They tell her to obey.
She obeys.
They tell her not to ask questions.
She doesn't question.
They tell her she's just the messenger.
That is her. The messenger. Here are your orders. Carry this missive from point A to point B. Don't look at it. Don't read it. You are just the vessel of its transmission. Carry these components to this officer. Do not ask what it's for. What it does. You don't need to know. Do your job, messenger. You don't want to know the consequences of failure. Do it well.
She learns quickly what failure means, what happens when she's a little too slow or doesn't follow instructions to the letter. Mistakes aren't to be tolerated, mistakes means pain or punishment duty. She learns that you don't ever want to be the one who messes up.
So she does her job. Does it well.
It isn't like she knows what else there is to do. There is much she does not know, so many empty spaces inside herself. They give her missions but it is not enough. So bit by bit, she fills in the holes inside her with the world around her. This planet might not be the one she comes from but it is the only one she knows.
She studies the wildlife. Takes her cues from them. She scents the air like a dog on the hunt but startles like she's prey. Her body twitches, spoiler lifts when she's interested in something and flattens when she's afraid. A creature built from metal but her body moves likes she was born on this foreign planet, made of flesh and blood.
This planet might as well be her own. She listens to its inhabitants, watches the humans and their lives. So brief in the grand scale of things and yet they are old in some respects when compared to her. They have history, a footprint that they have left on this planet that stretches far into the past, whereas the print she casts behind her is shallow and faint. So she takes humanity, the whole earth really, absorbs it to the point it permeates her very being.
This is her, some odd mish-mash of two wildly different species, so diametrically opposed.
Awww... I already said how much I liked this in private and didn't expect it, but I wanted to say thank you here as well. This sort of sums her up beautifully - and I totally commend you. Like you mentioned and I agreed - I think writing someone's OC is leaps and bounds more difficult from a canon character in many respects.
Thank you so, so much for this! It's tucked away in my files to hold onto (along with the game that STILL cracks me up. Don't pin hopes on Pyrotech! XD )