With his head bowed and eyes closed, the Hunter sat crouched on the ledge of a large office building. As the rain beat down along the rooftops and streets of New York, it could not entirely drown out the sound of the madness which went on below. With his keen sense of hearing, William could hear thousands of voices - the shrieks of horror, the cries of madness, and the shouts of law enforcement trying to contain the situation. He could hear the breaking of glass, the screeching of brakes coming to a halt, and the clashes of metal as looting had ensued. With that, the Hunter opened his eyes and dove down into the chaos below.
Splashing into a puddle of water, William raced ahead and put his finger on his earpiece. "Damian, what's going on?!" he demanded.
"From what I can tell, it's a hallucinogen which becomes triggered by water." Damian replied over the com link. "However, it's only effective when it enters the lungs."
"Any progress on finding an antidote?!"
"Not yet..." Damian regretfully replied. "I need to do some further analysis before I-"
William cut him off and asked, "Would it be helpful if you had a LIVE test subject?"
"Why, yes... Of course it w-"
"I'll get you one." Greystoke replied.
With that, he killed the connection and began to hunt down a suitable subject for study. Racing through the streets, the Hunter followed the sound of the nearest commotion. Up ahead was a building which was undergoing construction. Its exposed sides would make it the easiest to infiltrate. Sure enough, the sounds of chaos echoed from within.
Racing up to a nearby scaffold, the Hunter leaped up off the ground and clung onto it. As he quickly scaled the structure, the screaming became louder and louder. When he had reached the top of the scaffold, he leaped backwards onto a hanging scaffold and grabbed on tightly. Pulling himself up, Greystoke raced to the edge and leaped off towards a nearby hanging support beam.
With the balance of a cat, William's feet hit the steel beam as he seized the support cable with his bare hands. Using the momentum of the leap to his advantage, he caused the beam to swing around the corner of the building. Sure enough, the other side of the building was completely bar - covered only by a large canvas tarp to keep the rain out of the structure. Leaping off the steel beam, the Hunter released one of his hidden blades and sliced through the canvas - diving through and rolling forward to his feet.
Listening carefully to the echoing screams, it took a moment for him to pinpoint the precise location of the screams. However, once he did, the Hunter immediately took off in their general direction - located three stories above him on the west end of the structure. It would be only a matter of time before the deranged lunatics tore each other to pieces, and then Damian would never get his sample.
When he finally reached the third floor, he found splotches of blood and human tissue scattered along the floor and walls. The stench of death was apparent. Turning the corner, William quickly went for cover as he surveyed the scene. Hunched over a corpse, two infected construction workers fed.
However, the screams came from another direction entirely. Utilizing his stealth capabilities, Greystoke calmly crept by the occupied workers. Silently leaping up onto a large pile of drywall, William walked to the other side where he was able to finally see the source of the screams.
High up on a scaffold, a woman clang for dear life. Below her, two crazed maniacs jumped at her - gnashing their teeth and trying to scratch her with their outstretched nails. Apparently, the woman did not appear to be infected. Quickly, Greystoke jumped from his entrenched position and raced up to the two infected beings.
With a precisely-aimed strike, the Hunter delivered a quick side kick to the side of the first infected being's knee - shattering it and disabling the man from attacking further. Spinning around, he drove his knee up into the other man's face - connecting with the jaw and knocking the man unconscious. Because they were under the effects of a harmful toxin, those men had no idea what they were doing. Therefore, the Hunter chose to spare them. However, if conditions would continue to escalate, then perhaps taking lives would be the only means of survival...
Looking up at the woman, Greystoke was about to tell her to find authorities; but he stopped short. The woman continued to scream loudly, as she too was infected. Instead of screaming due to the two men trying to attack her, she had been screaming the entire time due to hallucinations.
Leaping up onto the scaffold, William quickly grabbed the woman and put her into an arm triangle choke - cutting off her air supply and causing her to involuntarily lose consciousness. After securing the woman's hands, feet, and putting a gag over her mouth, the Hunter touched his earpiece and said, "Damian, I've got your test subject..."
Just then, the sounds of police sirens could be heard approaching. Looking out of a nearby window, William watched as several police vehicles surrounded the building. Sure enough, law enforcement had arrived on the scene and were ready to begin containment. In an instant, two teams of officers wearing gas masks burst into the bottom of the complex and began to sweep it for signs of the infected... or any vigilantes who might happen to be near...
There are far too many vets who do not want to lose what they feel is their "earned place" on the Vine, which is as fictional as the the RPG's themselves.
I dont buy this anymore. Especially with the creation of the CVnU. Vets and Newer users alike all started over from the same place. Same opportunities to create threads, teams, locations, etc. There wasn't a bunch of established characters with years of history directly or indirectly influencing events to maintain their earned place.
HOF members who think their word is gospel regardless of the fact they barely ever show up and/or their work is really nothing special.
The HoF isnt the Holy Grail. Its forgotten about more often then not until someone shows up and bumps the thing. Now maybe HoF members are more opinionated cause they've been here longer and have witnessed many of the same issues time and again, but its not our fault if we say something and no one challenges or debates it cause they "themselves" hold the HoF in some high order of prestige.
Way too many writers who think and act like they are Grant Morrison when they are a lot closer to Rob Liefeld.
This is possible and that is how you've interrupt things, but that doesn't necessarily mean that is how the offending party views it or even if they are doing it on purpose. There's a difference between a "writer" and a "rpger." I'm not a writer. I rpg. And I write the way I feel is entertaining for me first and foremost. I'm pretty confident more people go into writing a post thinking about how to incorporate the others involved and less about trying to make it read like Grant Morrison.
There are too few newer RPG'ers who are willing to tell them when they are wrong, and even if they do they are outright ignored or ridiculed for it.
I see newer rpgers telling Vets they are wrong everyday. Not sure where these shy timid Rpgers are but I never see em (maybe occasionally). And it isnt just New users who are ignored or ridiculed for their opinions.
Too many people do not really know how to RP, its all about their story and everyone else's part does not matter, bad lessons passed down over and over.
I'm guilty of this, but at the same time, I've waited and waited for other people to create an Rpg and the pattern I see is its the same small group of people over and over again. The great thing is anyone can make an Rpg about anything they want. Nothing stopping a user from creating an rpg and stepping back while everyone else builds the story but if the architect of the Rp isnt constantly pushing the story then it dies. Happens all the time. So I dont have a problem when the creator takes center stage cause 95% of the users here are all to eager to take a supporting role. If they weren't they'd be creating their own Rpgs.
Near zero organization, and when someone tries it is ignored by the masses
If this is true then its like saying the majority do not wish to have organization. So what can you do?
Cosigned 100%. Well said man.
To everyone else....
People need to remember that the HoF doesn't mean that its members are better than anyway. Hell, the whole point of having a HoF is for it to grow. There's always the next year and even the year after that for people to get in. On that note, it's possible for later entrants to be even better than those who came before them.
Case in point, take a look at any existing HoF. For example, Royce Gracie is in the UFC HoF. Since then, people like Chuck Liddell, Randy Couture, and Matt Hughes have been added. Royce Gracie was famous for introducing the world to "Gracie Jiujitsu." But then again, that was from a time where fighters usually practiced only one or maybe two styles of combat. Since then, you've got guys who study multiple forms of combat (wrestling, jiujitsu, judo, boxing, kickboxing, etc.) and keep it all as part of their repertoire to be sure that they're well-rounded fighters. Now, as good as Gracie was back in the day, there's no chance in HELL that a top-shape Gracie of that era would last an entire fight against today's Anderson Silva... none whatsoever.
The same can be said of RPGers of past and present. These so-called "vets" aren't here to get their egos stroked or to treat people like they're inferior by any means. Sure, some of today's writers throw down incredible posts that would have put us all to shame back in the day... but that was back then. We've seen the vine's RPG section through most of its various phases. As G said, our specialty may not be in superior writing; but you can be damn sure that we know a thing or two about the art of RPGing.
This RPG HoF is here to recognize those who have contributed to the RPG community as a whole. Maybe there are people out there who haven't RPG'ed yet with the "vets," but there's no law that says that you can't. We're normal people just like you.
As for not getting voted in yet for a spot in the HoF... if it really means that much to some people, then all they can do is keep trying. Think about putting in a ton of hard work for years. Now that is what I call building a legacy. That way, when you finally do get into the RPG HoF, it will be that much sweeter and people will respect you even more for being in there.
Use your keyboard!
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