>>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

>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

>>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.

>>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

>>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.