another datawipe victim here. you know, I was insanely pissed off at first. I mean, who could blame me? after all the time I sunk into this game, it'd take more than an APOLOGY to make up for this. but then I thought about it some more, and I realized it doesn't matter! sitting on the top gets boring after a while, you know? well, obviously most of YOU don't, but you get what I'm saying here, right? if there's nowhere to go, things get dull. thinking about it like that, I was probably going to lose interest in this game soon ANYWAY. at least this gives me something to work toward.
so, good job, I guess. a hard reset was JUST the thing needed to keep MY patronage. of course, that doesn't make up for the HILARIOUS incompetence involved in the mistake happening in the first place, but I'm not sure much can. someone's getting fired, that's all I've got to say.
[Yeah, that's right, take that! He totally doesn't care!!!!]
Third Person: ( recycled from rubycity_rp — will write an AU-specific one upon request! )
Footsteps echoed inside the stairwell of a battered watchtower, but for as sharp as the sound was, it was also light. Certainly, these weren't steps with the weight of an adult behind them. Instead, an eight-year-old child, scrawny even for his age, stomped toward the lookout point, bounding up the steps two at a time. Shinji Matou might not have been used to so much physical activity, but he was at least tenacious.
If he wanted to figure out what to do about this situation, he knew he needed a good vantage point from which to observe it. So, when he reached the final stair, he didn't hesitate to throw open the doors to the top with all the force his tiny, atrophied arms could muster. The view might have been beautiful, but that wasn't something he cared much about. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the sky.
It looked just like any other sky—or any other sky in the real world, at least. That didn't prove of disprove much of anything, though. Even if there were a number of idiosyncrasies unique the Moon Cell, the surroundings during the prelims had looked—and felt—no different than the outside world. If there was one compliment Shinji had for it, it was the Moon Cell's ability to create strikingly realistic stimuli. He could still remember the feeling of his limbs blackening and fading away...
"Heh—hahaha..."
Right. His "death." He had been so scared, but in the end, it must have been some big joke. After all, he was standing here alive, wasn't he? He wished Rider were here so he could laugh in her face about how wrong she had been, but he supposed she really must have been deleted forever. For a split second, the thought almost made him sad.
Well, whatever. He dug into the pockets of his pants and pulled out what had been stashed there: a pack of twinkies he had snatched from one of the stores he had passed, and the strange "watch" he had found upon his arrival. Tearing open the former with his teeth, he took a hearty bite as he flipped open the communicator and began to fiddle with it. For someone like him, figuring this out would be no problem at all...
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another datawipe victim here.
you know, I was insanely pissed off at first. I mean, who could blame me?
after all the time I sunk into this game, it'd take more than an APOLOGY to make up for this.
but then I thought about it some more, and I realized it doesn't matter!
sitting on the top gets boring after a while, you know?
well, obviously most of YOU don't, but you get what I'm saying here, right?
if there's nowhere to go, things get dull. thinking about it like that, I was probably going to lose interest in this game soon ANYWAY.
at least this gives me something to work toward.
so, good job, I guess.
a hard reset was JUST the thing needed to keep MY patronage.
of course, that doesn't make up for the HILARIOUS incompetence involved in the mistake happening in the first place, but I'm not sure much can.
someone's getting fired, that's all I've got to say.
[Yeah, that's right, take that! He totally doesn't care!!!!]
(Additionally: An old intro post, and the finest example of IC roleplaying I can offer you.)
Third Person:
( recycled from
Footsteps echoed inside the stairwell of a battered watchtower, but for as sharp as the sound was, it was also light. Certainly, these weren't steps with the weight of an adult behind them. Instead, an eight-year-old child, scrawny even for his age, stomped toward the lookout point, bounding up the steps two at a time. Shinji Matou might not have been used to so much physical activity, but he was at least tenacious.
If he wanted to figure out what to do about this situation, he knew he needed a good vantage point from which to observe it. So, when he reached the final stair, he didn't hesitate to throw open the doors to the top with all the force his tiny, atrophied arms could muster. The view might have been beautiful, but that wasn't something he cared much about. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the sky.
It looked just like any other sky—or any other sky in the real world, at least. That didn't prove of disprove much of anything, though. Even if there were a number of idiosyncrasies unique the Moon Cell, the surroundings during the prelims had looked—and felt—no different than the outside world. If there was one compliment Shinji had for it, it was the Moon Cell's ability to create strikingly realistic stimuli. He could still remember the feeling of his limbs blackening and fading away...
"Heh—hahaha..."
Right. His "death." He had been so scared, but in the end, it must have been some big joke. After all, he was standing here alive, wasn't he? He wished Rider were here so he could laugh in her face about how wrong she had been, but he supposed she really must have been deleted forever. For a split second, the thought almost made him sad.
Well, whatever. He dug into the pockets of his pants and pulled out what had been stashed there: a pack of twinkies he had snatched from one of the stores he had passed, and the strange "watch" he had found upon his arrival. Tearing open the former with his teeth, he took a hearty bite as he flipped open the communicator and began to fiddle with it. For someone like him, figuring this out would be no problem at all...