WritesNaughtyStories

Not guilty. I'm a Pandora guy. The next poster has never owned a CD, cassette or LP and has never seen an 8 track tape.

Not guilty. I am old enough to have gone to an actual soda fountain and get lemon coke which is the superior product. The next poster admits real Mountain Dew is better than Baja Blast.

Not guilty. I like pie equally and I include cheesecake in that. The next poster secretly hates angel food cake. Now I'm just shitty! Not guilty. The next poster doesn't even own a microwave.

Slow the fuck down, y'all. I'm at work and can't always finish my reply without getting interrupted. Not guilty. I mostly don't give a shit about pop culture. If it weren't for private RPs I'd have no idea who any pop culture person is. The next poster hates holiday meals as much as I hate carving jack-o'-lanterns.

Marry, I guess, because it's all, "fuck, fuck, fuck" to the point of being tiresome and making the whole game boring, but I like Moll and don't want to kill her. Someone's got to be willing to put the old man down though....

There's the discussion thread where the characters get shared. There's this thread that was originally where we going to do the auction but we thought there might be more interest in the Public RP club. We should probably close this thread.

Characters go here:

Please, make a character. Head over to the auction and place a bid. A word of caution: this never got the traction we thought it deserved.

Not guilty. I abhor evidence. The next poster writes their RPs on a work computer.

Not guilty. Unless curtido on a taco counts. The next poster harbors secret rage about people close to them.

And that's the whole point.

"Shrinadra," the finance minister began, and the general looked up from her stack of notes with a distant smile. "Shrin'sdaughter" is what he'd called her. She'd never really come to peace with it but it had become her name and the general, despite her successes, wealth, position and accolades had never achieved what she'd left her desert tribe so long ago and far away to achieve. She smiled as he asked about her expenditures. He was demanding and aggressive. It was why he had his job. The crown liked having money, as she had learned as a girl, all chiefs do. The tokens the kept score with changed, but the game never did. It was all in the answers. The general knew she was over budget but it has been necessary. "Minister Tarren," she began quietly, "the army did spend more than we had been budgeted," she saw him rising to cut her off there but she wasn't going to let him silence her. Not today. She shook her head and the smile disappeared as she warned him off with a hard look and rising voice. The look may have intentionally appeared to threaten violence. "but," she continued, letting her voice return to normal, "it was well below what I had asked for. We cautioned that Chara was mobilizing to the west and requested funding for that defense. Both you and the Ministry of Diplomacy called out concerns unfounded." She could have phrased it differently, more diplomatically, but that was neither what she was paid for nor likely to keep her in her position. Not when the other ministers figured they could use the foreign woman as a scapegoat. Both men started to stand up to counter her argument, but just like battle plans, she knew when to go on the attack, "I'm not an expert in finances," she said, her smile returning with a wolfish cast as she looked at her notes to verify the figure, "but according to your own estimates from two years ago the lands we saved generate 4 times what the army spent to protect them." She looked down again, "Every month." How you answered mattered. If only she'd had one ready when they asked, "Okay, you can fight girl, what's your name?" "I don't have one." The officer has pulled a confused look, "When they want you at home, how do they call you?" She'd answered truthfully, not knowing that here, they named girls. "Shrn's daughter." She'd answered in the language she'd grown up with. Through her accent and the language gap it has become her name. And now, a lifetime later, she still felt hollow.

There are not "right" approaches to these challenges. Respond to the prompt as you interpret it. If it feels like world building, do that. If it feels like illustrate through how they get coffee, do that. If I understand @IsabellaRose's intent, the whole point is to foster creativity and challenge ourselves to write more, differently, about new things and maybe, by practicing, a little better. The important parts are creative, differently, new and practice. More or less in that order.

I didn't get the notification either. You'd think as a club mod the system would let me know a new topic was added. Nor do I see notifications for the posts in this discussion thread. I agree with Sera. This is a harder sell. And I think part of that is judgement. We're asking people to put in effort and subject themselves to the approval of the community. That can be scary. Adding to that is that a lot of the community do just want to write "I suck ur cock" Our appeal is to a rather narrow subset of the subset. Can we run over to the Announcement board and put up an announcement when new challenges are posted? I suspect the site mods would tell you that those don't get as much traffic as we think. But no. We don't quit. We extend this deadline because I have a desert dwelling, knife wielding warrior woman I've carried around for years.

Uhmmm do Kickstarters count? Guilty. Very guilty. The next poster has a wank everyday.

We moved the auction here in the hopes of generating more interest:

IC I think it's an auction of people. A bit of a slave auction, but no one's a slave, so much a character looking for a home. I guess it's kind of a meta, through the fourth wall thing.

I did see it and should have liked it. I'll rectify that post haste. In the auction post I'd seen it as an art auction as the authors will get paid for the character.

We've had a lot of people join us lately, so "Hi! And welcome!" We're just finishing up the voting on The Night the Power Went Out" so, go read the stories and vote! If you're looking for a fun and easy way into so RPs with so very nice people there's a Character Auction going on over in Public RP that started as a writing challenge in this club. New Challenge coming soon.

There are no rules about characters. Only that you're committing to playing the character if someone buys them. 7 posts. No. Don't fake bid, but you can post as watching the auction or looking at the catalog. Ask the person next to you what they think the hammer price on a character will be. Anything someone at an auction might do that's not bidding.

That's what I thought. Go ahead, make a character. Run over to Public RP and place a bid, the only way this gets traction is if we are tractors. Or something.

Guilty. Absolutely, positively guilty and proud of it. Meet at the diner at 7 this evening, I'll fight you if a cheese omelette and hash browns aren't the perfect dinner. Then, I'll eat your omelette. The next poster has declined a sexual encounter and regretted ever since.

It's done. I guess we'll run the auction over there.