>>6888
A dream come true! Can I make two characters? Or rather, one character and his otherworldly companion. Unrelated pic

>>6889
Do you want to become a master pokemon master? kek
No problem anoniel, depending on your mon@'s context you can buy more companions of diverse races at the auction. As well as you can choose one of the two human subclasses: Psychic and Blood Style.

Sorry if I don't explain much or leave everything ambiguous, I thought it would be more organic to introduce it in roleplay instead of throwing it all at once.

By the way, OP will respond at night.

>Name
Oppenheimer B. Holiday, also known as "Oppy"

>Home
Currently rents an apartment next to a Homunculus resembling Mr. Beast, who has a pedantic attitude and is dedicated to independent cinema, with his floor overrun by stop-motion clay figures.

>Race
Human with psychic powers.

>History
He is an illustrator, animator, and visual effects artist. Oppy's current visual effects work consists of making the films recorded by eldritch monsters more human, as the otherworldly mysticism is usually of such high quality in effects that it feels unreal, so he has to deliberately hinder them on the computer. He keeps an archive of thousands of stickman animations made at age 13, with such embarrassing quality that they would make Alan Becker delete his videos from the internet. It was at that same age that he discovered his psychic abilities and his abnormal luck. 7 years have passed since then, and since the invasion of beings from another world began. His irregular genetics come from his mother, from whom he inherited a biological adaptation to survive in space, which manifests as albinism, a fragile and light body, and the ability to hold his breath for exactly 1 hour and 44 minutes.

He participated in an eldritch dating reality show using a cheap Chespirito costume. He reached the finals relying solely on his luck and shouting "Quico don't misbehave!" and "Chavo go to your barrel!" to get out of any trouble, but lost to a participant dressed as El Chapulín Colorado who possessed real mystical powers. As a result of the show's contract, he was obligated to accompany the orbid director Francisca for 12 hours daily. This bond ended when she was investigated for covering up a homicide and starting an incestuous relationship. Oppy testified correctly during the investigations, but accidentally revealed the orbid's fetish for creating monstrous jaws in places where they shouldn't exist.
For some reason, he always ends up tied to different creatures he has to accompany. On one occasion, he traveled with a male-voiced cosmic cow to the interior of the country to weaken barns in Kansas and leave them vulnerable to tornadoes. Later, an alien obsessed with excisions forced him to operate on her. Oppy accidentally removed a vital gland, which caused several members of the alien's species to turn into salt statues, which were then used as scenery for the new Star Wars reboot, except all the aliens are now played by scantily clad humans and the humans are represented by very brave and noble aliens or masallines.

Currently, he is tied to Railgun, a masalline mechanical bug that lives in his bloodstream and comes out of his nose through sneezes. Railgun communicates exclusively in Chinese. Oppy imagines him as a bald monk and genuinely believes his dialogues are positive messages about feminism and the fight against gender injustices, although in reality the entity is extremely vulgar, sexist, and controversial. Railgun has the ability to transform into drones and firearms that cannot shoot, but his favorite forms are a flattened mass of metal or a Nintendo Virtual Boy visor that gives children headaches. Furthermore, it is known that Railgun previously worked as a security camera in the bathrooms of a psychic league. Therefore, he has the ability to find the location of any nearby bathroom and approach its direction even if it is turned off, burned, or has turned into a slimy gel; it is a fundamental function, even above his own life.

>>6894
>do you want to become a masalline pokemon master?
Actually, for the character it's quite the opposite kek

>Sorry if I don't explain much or leave everything ambiguous, I thought it would be more organic to introduce it in roleplay instead of throwing it all at once.
No problem, none at all, muak

>>6905
You abandon your apartment. The familiar smog of mystic fog gives you an affectionate welcome as soon as you taste the first breath of fresh air of the day. A considerable walk awaited you from the bordering and modest suburbs of Sarexuglactrella to the bombastic and wealthy Thrillfair. More specifically, to the celebrated Vantablack Auction House.

Obliquely strangled roads pointing north to south, with no respect for Euclidean or any other geometric authority. On both sides, countless street vendors dispensed hot dogs, proudly made with everything except human meat. A tumultuous alien presence gracing every corner, alley, and avenue; from the most orthodox with quadrupedal locomotion or oozing like snails; or the more childish ones, rebels without a cause who opted for traditional human legs instead of floating or crawling. An absurd fashion, according to general opinion. Equivalent to an Earthling teenager deciding to get around on an electric scooter to demonstrate individuality.

You had to shoulder, dodge, or yield to polymorphic crowds circulating through the city's hypertensive arteries, each individual obeying different and, at times, mutually contradictory anatomical laws.

As you endured arriving at Thrillfair, you noticed good news. A multi-armed alien arachnid announced it would be the happy father-mother of 480 offspring. A creature made entirely of ties fed a flock of pigeons and ghostly polter-rats with breadcrumbs. Others walked pets that dwarfed you and had too many mouths for so few heads. Dragons and flying saucers alike soared through the intermediate firmament. The illuminated advertisements competed with each other to capture the attention of passersby belonging to alien species that didn't even have eyes. Even the air seemed overcrowded; saturated with industrial smells, alchemical perfumes, and recreational drugs.

A few streets from the meeting point, the campaign of the four-time re-elected mayor intensified; banners dominated every wall, marquee, and legally available vertical surface. Since the narrowly won and frustrated third collapse a decade ago, there had literally been no other living candidates left to submit to suffrage. The opposition continued to express their disagreement, although mainly through séances.
At the doors of the auction house, no bodyguard or receptionist hindered or expedited your passage; the security was abysmal, not to say nonexistent. Without much ado, you step forward, turn the knob of a rundown building, and the next second, your psionic perception goes haywire.

Being chronically sensitive to the turbulent effects of the beyond had its pros and cons; under favorable conditions, the average otherworldly being was an open book regarding their thoughts. Their mind was at your mercy without any effort. Diametrically opposed to the sensoriphobic experience that demigods inspired. It was like trying to hear the tinkling of a teaspoon during the collapse of a star. Their thoughts weren't hidden: they were simply buried under an inconceivable mass of esoteric contracts and unquantifiable information. Technically, you were still perceiving something, but the results lacked practical value and considerably reduced your brain's life expectancy.

Among suited humans, little green men equipped with technology that made you feel like a caveman, and diverse beings from the beyond, the hostess was the one the spotlights were fleetingly chasing. Aurelia Vantablack, reputed exporter of supplies and weaponry from the beyond to this side. Her organic hair, meanwhile, fell with lazy gravity. With each tentacular and muddy strand seeming soaked with dirt. For some reason, a letter in her own handwriting summoned you to this meeting.

Vantablack taps the eighties microphone in her hands, testing the audio. It echoes: Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Until her voice reaches a limit, somewhere far away in the luxurious venue.

Aurelia: Nod is not fair and equitable, but I am.

She exclaimed, giving the audience a mischievous wink.

Aurelia: None will again feel excluded from the efforts of the new league of spiritual order! Rich, poor, noble, and commoner will have the same opportunity to return home crowned with victory!

She leaned in with the booming microphone. Keeping her gaze on the openings of her coat. You see the seams move in a way carefully designed to resemble the wind, of which there was none here.

>>6906
Beside you, an enigma took advantage of the group's distraction to pilfer all the food at hand, dozens of Venus flytraps choking on snacks. Cookies, pastries, canapés, and even a particularly appetizing centerpiece disappeared with green, crunchy snaps. A constant rain of crumbs spattered your clothes as the plants jealously vied for the food.

Venus: Friend, friend, god friend, are you going to eat that?

Several carnivorous plants emerged over its shoulder and simultaneously pointed at a slice of cake. Two others had already moved ahead and were observing the target with the concentration of snipers awaiting authorization to fire.

Venus: Because if you're not going to eat it, I could take care of it. It would be a favor. A sacrifice, even. I have sworn to dedicate my life to eradicating world hunger. Mainly my own.

One of the flytraps was already salivating. Another had begun to visually measure the distance to the cake.

Venus: I hate seeing food wasted.

It paused.

Venus: I also hate seeing food used correctly, but that's another matter.

Venus prevented you from hearing the vast majority of Aurelia's introduction, getting straight to the heart of the matter.

Aurelia: In practice, any means are permitted to survive and win. Every person can be evaluated. Every relationship, analyzed. Every weakness, cataloged for use.

I enumerate with three of its four amphibian fingers.

Aurelia: Like every year. The last one standing in this very place, within 876000 hours. Will be crowned with a wish sponsored by the God of War of the afterlife himself, Zajard Kain Vash.

Talking about Gods of the afterlife to masalines is the equivalent of shaking a bunch of keys to entertain a baby. Of course, the most skeptical rich people didn't swallow a word; in their view, this competition was a rudimentary population culling in the efforts of the league and the neonodine authorities to monopolize violence and predict events like those of a decade ago. Nevertheless, the prize was real; a wish of free will would be granted to the winner. And that's an opportunity no one would generally pass up. Not all the money in the world can buy you eternal life.
The curtains behind Aurelia parted in two. And the first lot appeared. The auction began.

Aurelia: Cliché among clichés! Orphaned bloodline, captured and charged by Libra for interrogation purposes. 104 years old, in his mischief-making prime.

The octopus-woman pointed to a random spot in the audience and unleashed a bidding war.

Aurelia: We start with a sense of smell! Who bids more?!

The bloodline kept grumbling and whispering, cross-legged, silenced by a muzzle tight around his face. A constellation of runic engravings orbited precariously around him, ensuring that ill-temper remained his only tool.

Nothing particularly stood out about him; not his scars, nor his build, nor even his ability to inspire fear. His features were the most ordinary among his kind. It's no wonder he was a coward who escaped the family massacre only to end up captured by government agents. A kind of incompetence difficult to teach and even harder to match.

The bids were just beginning to gain traction when a murmur swept through the room.

Then another.

And another.

Heads began to turn in the same direction.

A second item had just been restrictedly placed in a rectangular, industrial-looking capsule. The chamber lacked runes, seals, or mystical artifacts. It didn't need them. The engineers had simply altered the internal gravity to pornographic extremes, preventing it from liquefying, compacting, or manifesting a functional orboid field.

Orboid: NO, no, no, NO, AS IF HELLOU! I AM A CELEBRITY! I was trending for three years straight! My n-n-name made men and women wet their pants, read my lips, bitch: you can't do this to me.

>>6907
>>6907 The octopus showed how insignificant it was before his judgment with a mocking jingle.

Aurelia: I present the Covid19 Orboid, I know, I know people. It's old. It's out of fashion. Technically it's not even vintage yet.

She silenced the whispers with a gesture, arms outstretched, palms down.

Aurelia: Despite everything, you can't deny that it's still something for which any collector would blow a fortune. Did I hear someone say childhood memories, sense of taste... how about a right eye?

The last and by far the least memorable was a woman who entered without any mechanism holding her back. At first glance, she was an ordinary forty-something, nothing remarkable.

Woman: Umm w-what am I doing here? i-isn't this comic-con?

Aurelia: White woman from Oakland, nothing special.

The hostess consulted a notebook.

Aurelia: Absolutely nothing special.

She turned the page.

Aurelia: Surprisingly nothing special.

A third page.

Aurelia: Did I hear five dollars? Four? Three?

Forty-something: I have a cat.

Aurelia: Two dollars?

Forty-something: I also do gardening on weekends.

Someone left the room.

Aurelia: One dollar. Does anyone offer a dollar?

The first three would serve as your right hand if you bought them. It was up to you to wait and see what else the auction had to offer or to resign yourself from this eccentric event you were involved in.

>>6905
A-Actually the second collapse was twenty years ago, thirteen years since fractella if we're exact, I thought about spacing it out in time to explore a modern zoomer Nod kuek muack to you too.
>also
Do you want me to control railgun and your roommate or you anon? I forgot to ask you that before the initial turn.

>>6908
>A-Actually the second collapse was twenty years ago, thirteen years since Fractella if we're being exact, I thought to space it out in time to explore a modern zoomer Nod kuek
What?! I'm surprised by your vision, OP, now you have me intrigued. But I'll save my questions for later Also, let's pretend I added an intermediate detail to Oppy's sheet saying he disappeared for 8 years or something kek So as not to break his personality
>Do you want me or you anon to control Railgun and your roommate?
I plan to roleplay Railgun from the start. The Mr.Beast homunculus thing was spontaneous, you don't necessarily have to add it.

>Also
The intro board has a limit of 5000 characters and hidden IDs, designed for quick responses. If Anatase's future cheap advertising works, then the goal is to gather casual users here. I hope it's not a bother for you kek

>>6909
>you don't necessarily have to add it
It would be a sin to have a beast lord in a roleplay and not use him kek
>If Anatase's future advertising works, then the goal is to gather casual users here.
Have you considered that Anatachan could be a pseudo-hispachan negrin? Meaning, for general interests instead of just roleplay, you would get more visits and in the long run, perhaps more target audience. I've never seen a chan with automatic translation before, it has potential.
>I hope it's not a bother for you kek
It literally runs a thousand times better than 8chan kek
>also
If roleplay ever bores you at some point, no sentimentality, just tell me straight up, I like to know if I'm doing badly. Mainly because I don't feel like I'll be able to do justice to the original fractella lore, all the little details of the original roleplay are complexly beautiful kek

>>6906
(Oppy) There are some things that don't change. Maybe we'll have to rely on the IQ/cubic centimeter vote again. It's not like I want to expose myself physically, or mentally again. No, no, even if it seems like it, I don't have those tendencies, you know?
>Should Nod citizens' votes be worth the same for everyone? Oppy sentimentally believes so, but since its birth Nod has had several logistical problems. If there were millions and millions of voting ants, the system would overflow. That's why a method was chosen to measure an individual's intelligence and size to adjust their value. Oppy's vote, for example, is worth 0.7 votes; he discovered this during the measurements back then, which deeply violated the privacy of the electors. He clarified this to the random creature accompanying him, while looking at Grotesco's poster.
(Railgun) 狂野淫荡小妹，不穿内衣圈粉，人形女孩都该被虐
(Oppy) Hm? Are you still worried about before, Ray? I may not have made the best decisions, but at least all the ghost rats in Nod will have a slice of cheese-(...) Ngch- Ho... The atmosphere is a bit heavy... But I'm fine.
>He replied to Railgun, who was floating beside him and talking about certain childish attributes. Oppy tries to justify, as always trying to wash and soften the mistakes of others. But then a psychic storm invaded him, erasing the memories of all his recent spending on subscriptions and pre-orders for services. He recovered by shutting down his brain. That letter, which begged him to attend, only drew imaginary little tears in Vantablack's eyes, capable of reintegrating his sense of duty.
(Railgun) 你是个爱哭鬼和傻瓜，但我会帮你切碎并吃掉蓝章鱼。这个食肉动物我很喜欢，因为它做自己想做的事，而我想要的是非共识的裙上展示。
(Oppy) Huh? Stay calm, Ray. I promise I'll get Aurelia's next album. It's not like Mr. Enigma can stop himself. These are his basic needs, eating and reproducing. If he has to do it grotesquely in front of me, I'll accept it with a calm heart.
>The drone was restless, or so Oppy thought. He tried to hold it in his hands to absorb it. There was a creature nearby that didn't let him fully hear Vantablack's message, but that wasn't the most worrying thing. Did this poor creature not have the opportunity to access basic nutrition? Oppy forced a smile. The auction soon began.
(Railgun) 我提供两位灵界高官的访问密码。我需要灌输更符合格隆德-皮塞雷希米亚奴隶制的奥博德品质
(Oppy) Piscehem? Oh, you're talking about the millionaire fish who had a particular way of distributing salaries. Yes, I think he would be here too. (...) Oh, I know how this works, I saw it in a video. It goes from 1000 to 100 to 10 dollars, and then after the dollar, the price is "invaluable."
>For some reason, the AI images of objects generated at $100 have junian lgbt flags, his roommate knows a lot about viral videos. Railgun stood up on Oppy's head, like a tripod to offer. For his part, Oppenheimer did not try to participate in the auction. He was happy when others bid, and felt a little sorry when they didn't bid for the woman. In any case, what was he doing here? Oppy took out his Chinese phone and started recording, curious if, for example, the bloodline would appear in the video.
(Oppy) Let's see, if I remember correctly, it was framed like this... Perfect. I was wrong, it's a great atmosphere. I love attending completely legal places.

>>6920
>Have you considered that Anatasechan could be a pseudo-hispachan nigga? Like, for general interests instead of just roleplay, you could get more visits and in the long run maybe more targeted audience.
Yes, in fact I was visualizing the possibility that anyone could create small or temporary boards, with a more limited capacity of threads/posts. Or private boards to which you have to be invited/linked. More focused on replicating functions of discord than imageboards, and to sell it with the niche factor reduced or eliminated (Perhaps the subboards could have simpler and more direct ways of responding) In summary I want to focus it based on the current traffic of the network. Would you believe me if I told you that in these 7 years I made counted less than 10 posts in hispa/hisparefugio? I'm more familiar with knowing things through youtube/tiktok/twitch, which is related to respective discord communities

Currently I'm struggling heavily with databases kek I managed to get the translations of entire hisrol threads to cost cents, but having the whole page "live" increased my consumption enormously. Now it's not noticeable because of the 1 to 1 roleplay, but basically if you open two tabs, one in a thread and another tab in another, you can post and see how the rail of the newly posted thread moves up, and shows you a notification. That as a simulation of how retention would act when there are more users

>If you ever get bored with the roleplay at some point, nothing of sentimentalism, just tell me straight, I like to know if I'm going wrong.
¡Ok! I understand that I'll discover what the adventure is about later, for now I think I lacked a direct dialogue hook. (I don't know if it was the carnivorous riddle, I felt a bit more of atmosphere)

>Mainly because I don't feel like I'll be able to do justice to the original lore of fractella
Not at all! Adding lore to Bloodline is as simple as overthinking how modern things work, like how transportation works in a city that folds, or recently what I wrote about vote fractions kek and based on that adding characters on top.

>Also
I forgot that I wanted to limit Oppy's psychic powers to only work if for example, the target was somehow linked to space. Things like having talked about stars, void or asteroids at some point during the last 30 minutes, or having a Russian name, or having consumed some service with the word "planet" included in it. Things like that. Of traditional psychics there are for variety.

>>6922
Suffering from granular static, you check your phone and glance at a notification from Mom: don't forget clean underwear! If some lady uses you as a reproductive host, I want her to have a good opinion of our family.

Message attached with a ❤️.

Immediately after, you flip it over and hit the REC button on the camera, recording a hilarious situation where Vantablack was auctioning a floating tuxedo instead of the bloodline.

Aurelia: Did I hear a childhood memory?

Hands, tentacles, pseudopods, and a votive antenna rose eagerly from the audience.

???: My entire larval stage and the ability to distinguish between women and men!

Aurelia: We have a traumatic childhood plus dairy discernment. Excellent opening, who can top that?

One of Aurelia's appendages slithered convulsively under the table. The suction cups pulsed one after another as it grabbed a feather and scribbled the bid in a pocket notebook without the hostess taking her eyes off the audience.

???: My first marriage!

Aurelia: That's worthless.

???: My sense of taste for citrus.

Aurelia: Acceptable.

???: My younger brother!

Aurelia: Biological or metaphorical..?

???: Biological.

Aurelia: Is he aware of the bid?

???: I'd rather he wasn't.

Three distinct tentacles began to tap against each other with wet approval.

Aurelia: Conditionally valid bid. Fourteenth-generation Bloodline sold to that fatso.

The camera sharply records the disparate bidders. In the total of the venue, you can count about a hundred hurried souls, looking over their shoulders; your psychokinesis is capable of creating a composite sketch of the ten closest to your position.

<Elvio Lador
>Enigma
>C-Class Conjurer.
>An eye for an eye and a hole for a hole: Among his obscene tricks, I antagonize rare episodes of involuntary gender transition. Various international organizations consider his abilities a violation of human rights. Various international organizations also ceased to exist after communicating said opinion to him.
>He just acquired a Blood Race.

Chubby, bald, and mustachioed. He screams vulgarity from every pore of his body, looking like the physical embodiment of sexual harassment. All his clothing consisted of briefs and a cheap motel robe. He wore so many rings on his fingers that his hands jingled like a slot machine.

Elvio: Daddy detects dangerously low levels of kisses~

All in an asthmatic tone. The blood race began to struggle so violently that several runes had to increase their power.

Blood Race: NOOO, NO! KILL ME! SKIN ME ALIVE! TEAR OUT MY EYES! I'D RATHER HAVE MY ORGANS EXTRACTED WITH A WOODEN SPOON! BUT NOT HIM!

Elvio: Relax, I'm going to open you up to... new horizons~

The blood race turned white. A notable achievement for someone whose ivory skin tone was already hovering at the lower limits of the chromatic spectrum.

Even amidst protests and supernatural fits of rage, he was dragged to Elvio by the sound of his hand. A bar command code emanated light from his palm, bending any spark of will inhabiting his property.

From them, you move on to the next.

<Pancho J. Ramirez
>Human
>Janitor at Gallahadnt High School.
>Pancho masters the true art that sustains all advanced civilization: Cleaning up other people's messes. He is currently waiting for one of you to cause a tragedy so he can prove, once again, that he is the best janitor in this part of the city.

He poses no danger... for now.

<"Sebaceans"
>Type V Civilization
>???
>Permanent residents of the tangible aftermath of the Second Collapse. Anchored to this plane by a contract with exactly 49 sapient alien species. They currently appear as a plural individual, a sovereign nation, and a tourist attraction depending on the consulted entity.

>>6888
>>6888
>Name
Mr.Deep, 18-19 years old, although he stopped counting the days years ago so he doesn't know for sure. He has very pale white skin, but because he only goes out at night and doesn't
>Home
He goes out all night and early morning, because he likes the adrenaline and solitude of the streets, until 4 am. He lives in a very small rented room, with only a bed, a bathroom, a small closet with clothes, and a table with his laptop.

>Race
He is human, but unknowingly has demon markings that grant him certain abilities.
>History
He was a normal child, but over time he became more and more isolated from others, to the point where people seemed like black objects that only made noise.
He dropped out of high school when he just started, because their noise was unbearable and school seemed like a waste of time.
Probably "it" (a black dog with red eyes that only he can see) is what influenced him to isolate himself and develop his misanthropy.
He finished school through online courses. Right now his parents sent him to another city to start university, and they send him a monthly allowance.
However, he almost never goes to university.
"It" occasionally approaches him in a forest during his night walks. "It" gives him things, for example: a pistol, a necklace with a pentagram, an ancient coin, etc.
He has a kind of small white mark on his eye. Sometimes through that eye, he can see faces distort. And when his eye gets like that, he can read what race the living being he's looking at belongs to. He can even exert a lot of psychic force by staring intensely with that eye.
Once ""it"" bit him, and when it did, it sent him to a parallel world where there were a lot of very thin humanoids with gray/brown skin. The most terrifying thing he saw was a faceless giant that was completely black. He could only get out of there by killing a cat.
When he came out of that world, he had the mark that read "X3Y3Z3". He doesn't know what that world was, but he definitely never wants to go back there.
Every few days, out of nowhere, his mark starts to activate and he feels an irresistible urge to kill something. He has only done it to small animals. He can resist strong impacts and attacks in that state.
He has discovered that if he enters the forest or the sewer at 3:33, he can enter that disturbing parallel world.
Since then, he has been looking for information to find and kill that dog ("it").

>>6932
At first glance, you would describe it as an insectoid mammal with serious alopecia problems. Its main means of communication is via pheromones. Therefore, digging into its brain and translating the entirety of its background to yourself would be like trying to explain the geopolitics of the 21st century to a simian hunter from the Paleolithic era. You understand little or nothing of the information being dictated to you.

<Mercy Rodeberg
>Human
>Definitely NOT versed in any body style.
>Definitely NOT a Gemini agent.
>Definitely NOT here to arrest anyone.

Out of the corner of your left eye, you reluctantly noticed her. A few ashen strands protruded from her hood, which the wind seemed incapable of deciding whether to reveal or conceal. Nothing about her appearance particularly stood out. Nothing about her posture suggested danger. Nothing about her demanded a second glance. Her presence seemed to have been optimized to produce no lasting memories. As soon as you looked away, the details began to detach from your short-term memory.

You look at her again.

Yes. The woman in the hood.

You look away.

The woman in what hood?

< Marduk
>Enigma
>Geokinesis and a co-dependent relationship with all things telluric. A living earthquake by birth.

It is a kind of hexapod with certain reptilian traits, notable for the vibrant hues of its scales. Its height eclipsed a good portion of those present. Its width eclipsed some of the neighboring buildings. Every tiny movement it made displaced an unreasonable amount of mass, forcing tables, spectators, and auctioneers to unconsciously reorganize around it. Entire mountains exhibited more body language than it did. However, its therapist recently congratulated it for successfully reintegrating into the Neonodine community with its first job in the city's underground cartography work.

<L.M.T.S
>Human
—OUCH

A headbutt to the back distracts you, you stumble, and as you regain your balance, you find a gaunt, dark-eyed woman rubbing her sore nose at your feet.

???: Owwwwww
Apparently, she was as absorbed in her phone as you were and you collided. Her wardrobe is psychedelic and reminiscent of furries hetherians, natives of Nod who chose to approach different heteromorphic branches aesthetically, culturally, and anatomically. Apart from not coming from the portal, the only things that set them apart from their kin are their strange eating habits and illegal organic augmentations.

Venus: Human! Stop having accidents, I need you to bring more food and in the worst-case scenario, be said food! Something fried. Something sweet. Something alive. I'm not picky.

With the social tact of an industrial shredder, several plant heads with half-chewed crops simultaneously pointed to different dishes on the nearby tables. At the immediate one, the human looked offended and raised her eyebrows.

???: Enigma. Human.

Standing up, the woman with a skin helmet reached your chest. She looked first at Venus. Then at you. Then back at Venus. Like a doctor trying to determine which of the two patients had ingested more glue. Clenching her fists, she declared:

???: What an interesting way to commit suicide... Four eyes, kneel a thousand times and maybe I'll leave your corpse recognizable enough for an open-casket funeral.

She then pointed with her chin at Venus.

???: Plant. Give me a twelve-hour fast.

Venus: Give me death.

Their early scuffle began to attract the attention of some present, who couldn't resist the temptation to form an impromptu circle around them and start betting on who would win the bloodbath that would inaugurate the event.

Sometimes intuition is an overrated tool. And running away, an underrated one.
Roll D100 dice in case you actively decide something from now on, negrin

Aurelia: $0.0003? Anyone?

A tentacle whispered something in her ear.

Aurelia: I've just been informed that feeding this specimen costs more than its current price. If anyone wants it, we'll leave it in the lost and found box.

Forty-something: Lost and...?

Until further notice, the woman would rot in the company's warehouse hundreds of kilometers underground. With no more time to waste, the octopod cleared her throat and, an inch from kissing the microphone, presented the next specimen to be auctioned. I will continue this in the next turn depending on what happens, kek

>>6929
>visualizing the possibility that anyone can create small or temporary boards, with a more limited capacity for threads/posts.
I support the motion, I'd even say it's the logical evolution of any chan if we ignore the pedro kek factor. I'd only recommend you never overestimate the chan user's IQ and simplify those functions to the extreme. Note that current generations don't like sites that don't have totally user-friendly/PG-5 configurations at all.
>less than 10 posts
I feel the same way, I barely touch hisparefugio/General because it's full of porn and everything I interact with outside the chanosfera is tikitaka and discord which by the way, I used Hannah as an NPC in a discord roleplay, someday I'll take a screenshot and show it to you kek
>That as a simulation of how retention would act when there are more users
On that front, I doubt you'll have technical problems negrin, I feel like this chan is better optimized than hispa or eight or any chan, really.

Just watch out for Russian bots and 2nd-party attacks negrin. An extra verification or filter is never too much.
>or recently what I wrote about vote fractions kek And based on that add characters above.
Ayyy, you beat me to the idea. Speaking of which, did you have things left that you would have liked to explore more in fractella? I'd like to explore time travel, immortality, April and alternate worlds, things that I tangentially want to delve into in this edition kek
>I forgot I wanted to limit Oppy's psychic powers
You'll be an OP psychic like kibou and you'll like it! >:^

Actually, I read this when I was 89% through the turn, sorry kek. I don't have a problem with it on my end. Just keep in mind that it will generally be a more dangerous Nod than usual (a fork in a kitchen, wow) kek. Meaning, the fog still makes you "pseudo-immortal" through mystical reconfiguration, but there will be stages of the game where you won't have fog or the noddense law, or you'll face enemies that can bypass divine contracts
>>6933
Hello negrin, are you from hispa? I'm not accepting anyone right now, not because I'm a dick but because I barely have time irl kek

Sorry in advance.

>>6935
It's okay, I understand, I come from hispa, your project seems interesting to me. You should promote it more in the refuge.
For now, I see you are the only moderator here, right?

>>6935
>by the way, I used Hannah as an NPC in a Discord roleplay, someday I'll take a screenshot and show it to you kek
For a moment I read "character" and told myself "how boring to roleplay as Hanna!" then I read about the NPC and now it's "how scary to roleplay with Hannah..."
>On that front, I doubt you'll have technical problems negrin
Well, when OPmu came and posted 100 times I was tearing my hair out. It's quite a bit of trial and error kek

>did you have things left that you would have liked to explore more in fractella?
I feel like I barely touched my main hero and heroine NPCs, Jack and Lauren. But it was complicated to delve into it considering the type of story I was managing for their characters. I doubt anything I did with them could have impacted Fran, Kibou, or Gospel.
>I'm into time travel, immortality, April, and alternate worlds, things I'd tangentially like to delve into in this edition kek
I'm glad I didn't fully define any of those topics kek
>Meaning, the mist still makes you "pseudo-immortal" due to mystical reconfiguration, but there will be stages of the game where you won't have mist or the noddense law, or with enemies that can bypass divine contracts

I'm not worried. I deeply trust the intelligence stupidity and the skill clumsiness of my character, he gets out of anything
Also, I'll reply tomorrow, I'm not very clear-headed