Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 8, 2007 15:23:13 GMT -5
So...
Remember when we were all embroiled in deep discussion about the merits and possible apocalyptic circumstances in which deciding to instigate a 'feedback' thread could cause? Pissing in the winds of fate, we, as a united nation, decided to proceed forth and create this rather pretentious geyser of hypocrisy and elitism. Perhaps the most pressing of my concerns in erecting this forum principally for critiquing (a mixture of crit-ing and antiquing) was that it would create a Marxist wetdream in which a two-state nation would emerge. On one hand, the working class or 'proletariat' (if we're still dragging the metaphor) will arise carrying pitchforks and the wonder of flame simply because they haven't garnered enough hours in this neon coffin to be considered a 'staple' of the WCF. Opposing them or oppressing them, the upper-crust or 'bourgeoisie' would flaunt their scars, feasting on the higher delights of the WCF pretending that they aren't as dependent on the place as the crack addict who broke into their car yesterday.
Anyway, what did convince me to invest some time and support into this venture was the idea of 'editorials' coming into play. The idea of hearing the Nazi-esque rhetoric of my fellow rpers and well as being able to spread my own feelings of malice to the willing with the veracity of the AIDS epidemic was one that made my heart swell with pride. Motivated into action by my fictional handle of 'World Champion' or perhaps still delirious from the Chinese food I have yet to eat my way through, I decided that perhaps I should offer a pilot 'editorial' in the hope that I catalyse others into action. Now, I could discuss the inescapable proclivities in which my RPs mercilessly adhere to (character development, that's it) or perhaps regale you with the impetus of Jack's inspiration (a story to which only Dake knows the true ramifications) but for this introductory taste, I have taken it upon myself to risk shunning and claims of an enlarged ego to offer some advice.
For me, the basis of a good RP is insurmountable. You could shit a selection of words from the most vile of colons and as long as that nugget of original thought remains, it will still amount to something. And not one person here is completely moribund of that achievement.
However, as I open the palm, I close the fist. You see, in my tenure here, it appears I have developed a sort of sixth sense. Now, before this new attribute of mine forces me into stopping criminality in spandex, it should be noted that the incredible ramifications of this development are rather muted in comparison with those of the Marvel/DC canvas. My ability doesn't allow me to completely manipulate any electro-gravitational field or chemical substance with an underlying metallic lattice or induce the weather's adherence to my unsteady control. No, it seems my power allows me to distinguish who are the lasting members of the WCF fold. And it appears to be a very simple principle: grammar.
Those whose premier efforts seem to lack at least a basic coherency of the defining laws of linguistics tend to disappear in CD's jobber rota. Of course, there are the odd anomalies that fall through his net. But, and this is not meant as a bitter threat, if you are a new member and wanting to make an impactive entrance, any perfect catch-phrase or observation of this homo-erotic sport in which we emulate will only be enhanced by the dusty dictionary.
Anyway, that's my first rant. I won't give a regular date as to when you can expect the next spoonful of the dire utterances of a melancholy queen as the malleability of my schedule is nothing to rave about. But I will move onto further topics in the coming entries. More interesting ones. But until that date, I leave you with the offer to comment below on any glaring examples of the writer being on the precipice of complete mental abberance that have been left in.
"Show me a sane man and I will cure him." - Carl Jung.
Remember when we were all embroiled in deep discussion about the merits and possible apocalyptic circumstances in which deciding to instigate a 'feedback' thread could cause? Pissing in the winds of fate, we, as a united nation, decided to proceed forth and create this rather pretentious geyser of hypocrisy and elitism. Perhaps the most pressing of my concerns in erecting this forum principally for critiquing (a mixture of crit-ing and antiquing) was that it would create a Marxist wetdream in which a two-state nation would emerge. On one hand, the working class or 'proletariat' (if we're still dragging the metaphor) will arise carrying pitchforks and the wonder of flame simply because they haven't garnered enough hours in this neon coffin to be considered a 'staple' of the WCF. Opposing them or oppressing them, the upper-crust or 'bourgeoisie' would flaunt their scars, feasting on the higher delights of the WCF pretending that they aren't as dependent on the place as the crack addict who broke into their car yesterday.
Anyway, what did convince me to invest some time and support into this venture was the idea of 'editorials' coming into play. The idea of hearing the Nazi-esque rhetoric of my fellow rpers and well as being able to spread my own feelings of malice to the willing with the veracity of the AIDS epidemic was one that made my heart swell with pride. Motivated into action by my fictional handle of 'World Champion' or perhaps still delirious from the Chinese food I have yet to eat my way through, I decided that perhaps I should offer a pilot 'editorial' in the hope that I catalyse others into action. Now, I could discuss the inescapable proclivities in which my RPs mercilessly adhere to (character development, that's it) or perhaps regale you with the impetus of Jack's inspiration (a story to which only Dake knows the true ramifications) but for this introductory taste, I have taken it upon myself to risk shunning and claims of an enlarged ego to offer some advice.
For me, the basis of a good RP is insurmountable. You could shit a selection of words from the most vile of colons and as long as that nugget of original thought remains, it will still amount to something. And not one person here is completely moribund of that achievement.
However, as I open the palm, I close the fist. You see, in my tenure here, it appears I have developed a sort of sixth sense. Now, before this new attribute of mine forces me into stopping criminality in spandex, it should be noted that the incredible ramifications of this development are rather muted in comparison with those of the Marvel/DC canvas. My ability doesn't allow me to completely manipulate any electro-gravitational field or chemical substance with an underlying metallic lattice or induce the weather's adherence to my unsteady control. No, it seems my power allows me to distinguish who are the lasting members of the WCF fold. And it appears to be a very simple principle: grammar.
Those whose premier efforts seem to lack at least a basic coherency of the defining laws of linguistics tend to disappear in CD's jobber rota. Of course, there are the odd anomalies that fall through his net. But, and this is not meant as a bitter threat, if you are a new member and wanting to make an impactive entrance, any perfect catch-phrase or observation of this homo-erotic sport in which we emulate will only be enhanced by the dusty dictionary.
Anyway, that's my first rant. I won't give a regular date as to when you can expect the next spoonful of the dire utterances of a melancholy queen as the malleability of my schedule is nothing to rave about. But I will move onto further topics in the coming entries. More interesting ones. But until that date, I leave you with the offer to comment below on any glaring examples of the writer being on the precipice of complete mental abberance that have been left in.
"Show me a sane man and I will cure him." - Carl Jung.
