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Huh? There was a sudden vigor in Dylan's movements. Selene hurried her own pace in order to keep up. Perhaps they were sick? Or in need of more medical care than they had realized? Maybe there was something important that they just had to get out! Or perhaps- Derek!? A quick glance over her shoulder thankfully did not give way to the view of an angry home owner stomping in their direction. Any momentary worries over being thrown out she might have had were briefly squashed, replaced instead by curiosity and a concern for Dylan's well being. It was bad enough that Dylan had pushed their way into a room, yet another somehow occup

Robin's eyes went wide and she stumbled a little to move out of the way as the couple fled the room. "Sorry!" she meekly called after then, her dark eyebrows knit in concern. She wondered if Dylan was in pain. The mysterious girl who had been the object of Robin's secret desires was still dealing with a sharp strike to the head and was still bleeding a little, despite Robin's assistance. While Dylan had seemed ok moments before, that might have been the head trauma--she might only now be feeling the real pain of it. All of these thoughts were whirling in Robin's mind, trying to justify why the softly spoken Dylan had yelled... why she w

As I was re-reading my posts, I felt like the whole Pentacles act needed a wrap up, a summary. Something for me to come back to later. Act One - Closing Reflection, in character I awoke in the dust and silence of a chapel that felt more like a watchful witness than a sanctuary. The saint above the altar looked down with eyes that seemed to see past my confusion, past my empty mind, into whatever truth I have yet to remember. The coat on my shoulders is not mine, perhaps it is borrowed, perhaps stolen, perhaps taken from someone who hurt me. Still, it hides the shame of a dress torn and weathered, its prim, buttoned colla

Time to bring Krystal and her mom to this world. They might not exactly fit the cyberpunk style, though. So not sure about that hot mom in this story. XD

Have to see if I can a good picture for Ryoko’s mom. I did good with Ryoko. Have to see if I can repeat it. I have a tradition to continue from another club too after all. Need more hit moms in your area. Though I had help with my previous hot mom.

Challenge Accepted! I've opened a new are of the club for us to post as much of our solo games as we want! https://ecchidreams.com/community/forum/1163-solo-rpg-playthroughs/

Justice The Justice tarot card is a symbol of truth, fairness, and law. Also, since I had no idea what kind of world I wanted to play in, I used Mythic to generate 2 civilization descriptions: Fearful, and Religious. and then went to the genre wheel to pick a genre where I ended up with... Western. So... a western setting in a town that's fearful and religious, and in the past I was represented by Justice, truth, fairness, and law. Sounds a bit too much like real life to me lol Let's see what I can do with that.

I went ahead and started this this evening, I confess I had not read anything more than the description at itch.io before I began this play-through, so special thanks go to @IsabellaRose for accepting the challenge and prompting me to get something played. A word about the seemingly cryptic title of this topic. Anamnesis begins with drawing a Major Arcana as a Shadow that represents who you were before your memory loss. I drew The Chariot: discipline, focus, success, progress. If anyone else post an Anamnesis report, please let us know what your Shadow was. A couple of notes: the game uses a Tarot deck as a randomizer - common enoug

Act Two Reflection Well, I feel like this character is developing into something I hadn't quite expected. Perhaps some sort of avenging angel? I don't really know, but the fact that "you did this to yourself" feels very personal, like I'm trying to tell myself something about my own life through this roleplay... which I think happens more often than not with these journaling games. Act Two Reflection In Character: As I walk through the town the weight has grown heavier. They whisper when I pass, some in hope, others in dread. To some, I am a savior. To others, a curse. And to more than a few, I am judgment itself. The ab

Next draw: Ace of Swords and The Chariot. The Ace of Swords: You take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the town around you. How does the town make you feel? Does it feel like home? The Chariot is, again, about progress through disciplined effort, That doesn't feel like an innate sense of belonging. It's worth pointing out that at the end of Act 1 I shuffled all the Major Arcana back into the deck. The rules weren't explicit about it and I made the conscious decision to shuffle it in because in a story about someone recovering their memories, they, or the Shadow of who they think they are, might arise. As I look at the

Justice points at consequences, law and accountability. The phrase "You need to handle it." is the trigger for her memory. And argument about something she needed to fix, even though the failure wasn't hers. The next draw is the Queen of Swords and The Fool. You pause at a building and realize you used to work here. What was your job? Do you still work here? I had been thinking she might be a cop, but The Fool doesn't seem to indicate a police station. The Fool is spring, beginnings, innocence and spontaneity. Hardly a cop shop. Maybe a school, but I can't shake the echo of Justice and the Chariot that points at her - was she s

Act 2: Swords First Sword: 6 of Pentacles Prompt: People are looking at you and whispering. What are they saying? Major Arcana for interpretation: The World The town isn't empty... far from it. People walk and lounge on the wooden boardwalks, no one is in the rutted, dusty street. As I step onto the boardwalk, they part for me without speaking, but not without sound. “Saint’s scales, it’s really her.” The hush moves in waves, there is a name in there that I can’t quite catch, a tone I almost recognize. “The balance will be restored now.” Their voices tangle in the air like windblown threads, slippin

I think it's interesting that we both came up with the notion of this intimate, probably handmade, adornment. I did it with the ring. I wonder, does this say something about how the memories of things are attached to where we got them? It's interesting how clear and deliberate @IsabellaRose's story is - mine meanders. I think it's a function of both Isabella's intent as a writer and her (I presume) typing her responses contrasted to my very visceral scrawling, disjointed thoughts. Ink on paper, I think, forces a kind of immediacy because second thoughts and revision leave scars.

Here's what we have so far. The final image shows the current prompt and the answer inspiration. Earlier I got a prompt for a piece of jewelry and the Magician as the answer. I have a spreadsheet of Tarot cards that includes colors, directions, seasons, herbs, gemstones and the traditional meanings of cards. The Magician represents Moonstone or Pearl - both feminine in aspect for jewelry, so suddenly my amnesiac became female as I looked at my hands and saw this ring. Swords: After getting your bearings, you walk around town. You know this town. You know it well, but you cannot remember it. Draw three cards from the Deck of Swo

name: Lapi age: unageing height: 6'5 weight: 30 kg (66 lb) race: Robotic femboy bunny description: bio: a enginnered fembot created by a shota scientist though originally there purpose was to bring convience to its master by doing things for them that they were either too short or that people deemed the scientist to young to do for himself though one thing led to another and before he knew it he found himself attracted to his creation, upgrading it with the ability to feel pleasure and sexual service and entered lapi into sik matches to earn money usually for the sake of funding. lapi possess a explosively charming personal

and if anyone else wants to play along its available over at itch

Third Pentacle: 10 of Pentacles Prompt: When you focus, you can grasp the edges of a hazy memory from just before you fell unconscious. What do you remember? Major Arcana for interpretation: The Devil A memory comes to me then. It comes in pieces, sharp and uneven, like shards of glass catching the light, flashes of images, sounds, feelings. I see a sky the color of charred embers, heat pressing down like a living thing. The wind reeks of smoke and something sweeter, something cloying... rotten. My dress clings to me, the collar tight at my throat, as though it were holding me still. There are voices, low and urgent

Second Pentacle: 2 of Pentacles Prompt: You look down at the clothes on your body. What are you wearing? How do you feel about the way you look? Major Arcana for Interpretation: The Lovers I lower my gaze from the saint’s painted eyes and see my own clothing as if for the first time. A long, dust-streaked coat of faded dove-grey hangs from my shoulders, buttoned only at the middle, as though meant to guard me. Beneath it I wear a long dress. The hem is ripped high on one side, baring far too much of my legs for comfort, the fabric frayed and clinging in uneven folds. A tear runs up along the side seam, a silent accusation of some str

So, the playthroughs have started and I really love what @IsabellaRose is doing by posting hers with the prompts, draws and her reactions. I didn't do that - rather I wrote about the process instead of recording the result. I have also been writing longhand in a journal - I'm a pen nerd too and I love the act of putting ink on paper so that won in the "what's fun for me" poll of just me. I've given some thought to posting photos of the pages, but that is a terrible idea, right? Shall I add a record of my draws and a summary of my Acts, or is it more interesting to have a thread that's more like a review and description of the e

Act 1: Pentacles First Pentacle: Ace. Prompt: You take a moment to familiarize yourself with your surroundings. Where are you? Major Arcana for Interpretation: The High Priestess My eyes blink open to blinding sunlight. The world smells of dust and candle wax. I am on the threshold of a narrow chapel, its door yawning open like a mouth that wants to swallow me whole. The walls are sunbaked adobe, their whitewash peeling to reveal the darker clay beneath, as though even the building hides its true face. Inside, rows of rough pews face a carved altar draped in heavy fabric. Behind it, a painted woman stares down at me fr

Judy came online to see a crowd of people watching her on stage. When last she remembered, they were powering her down for transit here, but now she stood in front of a crowd of potential buyers next to her friends: Synthia and Annie, older model androids, but still stunning to behold with sleek plastic and metal frames, soft only where it counted. They were the prototypes for their lines and now here she was, being unveiled as the first of her kind. While Synthia and Annie were very clearly robotic, Judy was something new, coated in synthetic skin, soft and pliant to mimic real flesh. If not for the soft glow of her cybernetic eyes, you'd ne

i don't know for sure but i might make a response at the bar table tomarrow

Dylan, rolled 10 using 2d6+2. Dylan (Turn on Robin) (Hot+1, Pulling a String for +1). I get my String back and Robin chooses: I give myself to you I promise something I think you want, or I get embarrassed and act awkward.