So I figured I’d share my grossest rp story here. I rarely rp anymore outside small, private groups of friends and acquaintances with tons of OOC communication, and shit like this is why.
I’m honestly annoyed and angry that this thing happens because some people just blatantly ignored what all RPers have agreed on, then they went and caused problems that shouldn’t even have happened in the first place.
This is gonna’ be a long story because this issue is just the root.
This is a bit more a cry for help than a story. I figured if anyone should know the best way to proceed it would be other roleplayers.
I have a roleplaying partner who overall is a pretty good writer, and tries to continually produce equal amounts of plot and characters into the mix. I spend a lot of energy dodging around being asked to roleplay because they have instead become the partner I dread most. They’re one who asks to roleplay every day.
This isn’t as bad as some stories I’ve seen on here, but a recent meme reminded me of it, and I just want to share this to maybe help me get it off my chest.
I roleplay in a smaller fandom—enough so that not every character has representation and many members are close to each other. It’s from a game series in which the characters are different every game, and we don’t even have all the characters from one game. It isn’t uncommon that one person will have multiple blogs for different characters, sometimes across games, especially since we’re missing a LOT of characters, with varying activity. The person in question here roleplayed as S, from one game, while I was Y from another.
I have quite recently found this blog and I would like to thank the admins for making it and keeping it going because this is a great way for people to relieve themselves of the stress that they are put under at times during role playing. This is my horror story, and I apologize if not all of the tags are right. I was unsure as how to tag this.
So I myself used to be a roleplaying nightmare once. It started when I was about ten, and I used an animation website called Flipnote Hatena which was intended for children who were 9-15. I made a few good friends despite being a terrible artist, and from them I learned how to roleplay. But in the beginning of my experience, all I did was force one of my characters to faint and disappear by some stupid strange magic.
There is a character in the show I watch who is potrayed as a gentle, but powerful character. He is often very cheerful, and pain is usually the last thing on his mind. However, many prople tend to make him a blubbering emotional mess for the sake of romance. Then, there are the people who make him crazy for the love of it.
So, once upon a time I started roleplaying on a forum that I still roleplay on today. I’ve gotten better, as have the majority of the people I played with back in that first atrocious year - back when I didn’t know what roleplaying even was. But sometimes I just look at new members and think ‘why?’
Ah yes. It is I, Parseemun. This submission is not about Marisa. I broke it off with her a long time ago, and she has been branded as my worst enemy for bad-talking me on her Facebook and blaming me for her “attempted suicide”.
Do not worry, there is a story to this one! Okay, so a while ago, there was this chatroom. In the chatroom, there were five active admins placed in charge of the chat- let’s call them MP, SF, BC, TT, and me. MP was rather skilled, writing full paragraphs as posts often- and his portrayal of a canon character, who we’ll call T, was quite accurate. But, there was one catch- MP wanted things to always go his way.