The Gut. It's been running for centuries. Part cruise liner, part factory, and part submarine, it's unclear who built it or why. It has seemingly infinite layers, all of them nightmarish in their own right, and yet people still come there for some reason. Maybe it's boredom, a desire for something new. Perhaps it's an attempt to escape the madness outside. Regardless, welcome home.
THE GUT 2.0 is a roleplay tavern set on a ship out in the world of Lubridium, the same setting as the Bloody Barnacle. The top, which resembles a cross between an enormous cruise ship, a hotel, and a theme park, is a wonderful place where the rich and powerful go. Imagine it having the same sort of status as a Walt Disney World trip, but it's better than just an expensive novelty where you buy expensive novelties. It's worth every penny you spend, and that's very important given the number of pennies you'll need to scrape together to get there. The meat they serve here is divine, and they serve tons and tons of meat each and every day.
The crew lives just below the floor and in the walls, moving about just out of sight. You get the finished product without even having to see the crew. There are tours available if for some reason you want to see what goes on down there.
However, underneath the crew area is an industrial abyss, a hellish factory that takes up 98% of the ship's mass. No one even knows how it works, but it barely does so, seemingly turning off vital systems and regurgitating monsters simply to get some attention. Almost anything can be found in the underdecks. They found an entire forest down there once. But remember, the deeper you do, the darker it gets. They say the Captain lurks down there... He's certainly not up here. And thank God for that...
Whether crew or passenger, you most likely start in the Whalebone Inn, a restaurant on the topdeck where the food comes for free with the ride. Fancier places are available, but most of them you have to pay additional money for. The Whalebone is an incredible little tavern that originally came here from the New World, and is known for its comfort foods, pleasant atmosphere, and ability to make class differences feel like they don't matter.
Rules:
Be kind to each other. Do not bully other players, and try to keep arguments to a minimum.
Respect the Gut. You really, really do not want to upset the Captain.
Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word). I will give you one reminder if this rule is violated.
In your first post, please put the word "WOW!" to show that you read the rules.
Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
Keep it PG-13. You can have brief stints of scary, gory content, as long as it's kept in spoilers. No sexual content.
I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*I should probably add a tavern of some description, shouldn't I?*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while licking her legs.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while licking her legs.
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while licking her legs.
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
She looks up and tilts her head, smiling gently. "Hello hello!" She chirps.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while kicking her legs.
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
She looks up and tilts her head, smiling gently. "Hello hello!" She chirps.
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Hello hello yourself! How are you?
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while kicking her legs.
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
She looks up and tilts her head, smiling gently. "Hello hello!" She chirps.
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Hello hello yourself! How are you?
"I am good! Thank you for asking!" She says politely "What about you?"
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while kicking her legs.
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
She looks up and tilts her head, smiling gently. "Hello hello!" She chirps.
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Hello hello yourself! How are you?
"I am good! Thank you for asking!" She says politely "What about you?"
Oh, I'm always good. How's your juice?
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while kicking her legs.
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
She looks up and tilts her head, smiling gently. "Hello hello!" She chirps.
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Hello hello yourself! How are you?
"I am good! Thank you for asking!" She says politely "What about you?"
Oh, I'm always good. How's your juice?
"That's very good to hear!" She beams "And the juice is fabulous! I love it!"
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while kicking her legs.
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
She looks up and tilts her head, smiling gently. "Hello hello!" She chirps.
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Hello hello yourself! How are you?
"I am good! Thank you for asking!" She says politely "What about you?"
Oh, I'm always good. How's your juice?
"That's very good to hear!" She beams "And the juice is fabulous! I love it!"
Thank you! We squeeze it fresh in the underdecks! We found a forest down there, filled with fruits of all kinds!
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
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"Oh, I say..."
The Gut. It's been running for centuries. Part cruise liner, part factory, and part submarine, it's unclear who built it or why. It has seemingly infinite layers, all of them nightmarish in their own right, and yet people still come there for some reason. Maybe it's boredom, a desire for something new. Perhaps it's an attempt to escape the madness outside. Regardless, welcome home.
THE GUT 2.0 is a roleplay tavern set on a ship out in the world of Lubridium, the same setting as the Bloody Barnacle. The top, which resembles a cross between an enormous cruise ship, a hotel, and a theme park, is a wonderful place where the rich and powerful go. Imagine it having the same sort of status as a Walt Disney World trip, but it's better than just an expensive novelty where you buy expensive novelties. It's worth every penny you spend, and that's very important given the number of pennies you'll need to scrape together to get there. The meat they serve here is divine, and they serve tons and tons of meat each and every day.
The crew lives just below the floor and in the walls, moving about just out of sight. You get the finished product without even having to see the crew. There are tours available if for some reason you want to see what goes on down there.
However, underneath the crew area is an industrial abyss, a hellish factory that takes up 98% of the ship's mass. No one even knows how it works, but it barely does so, seemingly turning off vital systems and regurgitating monsters simply to get some attention. Almost anything can be found in the underdecks. They found an entire forest down there once. But remember, the deeper you do, the darker it gets. They say the Captain lurks down there... He's certainly not up here. And thank God for that...
Whether crew or passenger, you most likely start in the Whalebone Inn, a restaurant on the topdeck where the food comes for free with the ride. Fancier places are available, but most of them you have to pay additional money for. The Whalebone is an incredible little tavern that originally came here from the New World, and is known for its comfort foods, pleasant atmosphere, and ability to make class differences feel like they don't matter.
Rules:
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
WOW! Loved the first one though I didn’t play in it much (sad to say :(
id do a close bracket but then the smiley face would look silly.
Will intro soon! Maybe 3 days?
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
*I should probably add a tavern of some description, shouldn't I?*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Oo that would be nice.*
Skyrim!
Also I will cripple your bank accounts.
*Added it*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*WOWZA. IMMA JOINING THIS!!*
A young girl, about 11 or 12, sits in the Whalebone in. She wears a 1940's dress made from a bright, cheerful yellow fabric. Her short, brown hair falls a bit in front of her baby blue eyes. A smatter of freckles dusts her cheeks. She sits on a stool, sipping a fruit juice while licking her legs.
*I just realized I don't have a DMPC prepared...*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Oh dear.*
*Wait... I got one.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
She looks up and tilts her head, smiling gently. "Hello hello!" She chirps.
A youngish girl slinks in her eyes burning a black-red
Pronouns, They/Them/She/Her
Neither one of us can survive without the other. Forget host. Forget symbiote. There is only Carnage.
Once a winner, always a winner
I win... Most of the time...
Unbeatable
Petal in the Wind!
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Hello hello yourself! How are you?
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
"I am good! Thank you for asking!" She says politely "What about you?"
Oh, I'm always good. How's your juice?
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
Pronouns, They/Them/She/Her
Neither one of us can survive without the other. Forget host. Forget symbiote. There is only Carnage.
Once a winner, always a winner
I win... Most of the time...
Unbeatable
Petal in the Wind!
"That's very good to hear!" She beams "And the juice is fabulous! I love it!"
*OMG ITS HERE*
*This miiight go without saying but I’m definitely introing ASAP*
This is what happens when you let a nothic onto the forums. Longtime mapmaker and forever GM.
Resident map-fiend. Writer, storyteller, worldbuilder. Lover of music & food; hater of elves & numbers. Threads I enjoy:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Spider Guild | The Wonderful Roleplay Guild | Anything BUT the OGL 2.0 | The Tower of Lore | The Universe Smorgasbord | The Afterglow
*Also, WOW!*
This is what happens when you let a nothic onto the forums. Longtime mapmaker and forever GM.
Resident map-fiend. Writer, storyteller, worldbuilder. Lover of music & food; hater of elves & numbers. Threads I enjoy:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Spider Guild | The Wonderful Roleplay Guild | Anything BUT the OGL 2.0 | The Tower of Lore | The Universe Smorgasbord | The Afterglow
Thank you! We squeeze it fresh in the underdecks! We found a forest down there, filled with fruits of all kinds!
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can