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.
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.
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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The world spins on, and it spins to despair But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears, But you keep coming back 'round here
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.
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?
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
The world spins on, and it spins to despair But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears, But you keep coming back 'round here
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?"
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?
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
The world spins on, and it spins to despair But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears, But you keep coming back 'round here
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!"
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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The world spins on, and it spins to despair But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears, But you keep coming back 'round here
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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:
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here
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?
If I ever get into a pbp please make sure you add the underscore to my name when I get PMed.
Characters (Links!):
Amzar Starshade - Odyssey Of Greatness
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
Dallas Hullbreaker - Legacy of Iggwilv
*I should probably add a tavern of some description, shouldn't I?*
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here
*Oo that would be nice.*
If I ever get into a pbp please make sure you add the underscore to my name when I get PMed.
Characters (Links!):
Amzar Starshade - Odyssey Of Greatness
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
Dallas Hullbreaker - Legacy of Iggwilv
*Added it*
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here
*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.
Obsessed? Me? You jest....
*I just realized I don't have a DMPC prepared...*
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here
*Oh dear.*
Obsessed? Me? You jest....
*Wait... I got one.*
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here
The hair is brushed out of her eyes by... something.
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here
She looks up and tilts her head, smiling gently. "Hello hello!" She chirps.
Obsessed? Me? You jest....
A youngish girl slinks in her eyes burning a black-red
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic, autism, ADHD, anger issues
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Hello hello yourself! How are you?
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here
"I am good! Thank you for asking!" She says politely "What about you?"
Obsessed? Me? You jest....
Oh, I'm always good. How's your juice?
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic, autism, ADHD, anger issues
"That's very good to hear!" She beams "And the juice is fabulous! I love it!"
Obsessed? Me? You jest....
*OMG ITS HERE*
*This miiight go without saying but I’m definitely introing ASAP*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*Also, WOW!*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Thank you! We squeeze it fresh in the underdecks! We found a forest down there, filled with fruits of all kinds!
The world spins on, and it spins to despair
But you know I'll still be there
You say you're sick of all your fears,
But you keep coming back 'round here