A Lesson In Chaos
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The Very First Space RP - A Lesson in Chaos - Various Selections, Quotations, and Analyses by B. Miyama, K. Tydraad and T. Sandman
Introduction
RPer Analysis
Written by: The Sandman
(in alphabetical order)
Break - The one who was the most serious about the RP, his posts were a careful balance between humor and drama.
Flamuck - A different kind of character, Flamuck played the anachronistic cultist in the RP. He occasionally provided comedic relief.
Grimlock - The one who posted the least in the RP, Grim brought a few Halo references and some broken continuity. He usually had short posts, and overall did not contribute much to the story.
Tydraad - In my opinion the funniest RPer, Tydraad kept the RP funny, simple as that. He was also (probably) the best writer.
Zero - The reason I'm writing this. Zero's posts and character were extremely unbalanced and filled with more overrated anime references than I thought were possible. On the whole, his posts were the best examples of poor writing, utter lack of originality, and were generally an offense to every decent human literary aesthetic.
In Teh Beginning...
Narrator: In AD 2006 great war was beginning.
Sandman: What happen?
Break: Someone set us up the bad literary technique. We get signal !
Sandman: What !
Break: Main monitor turn on !
(Break turns on monitor.)
Sandman: It's you !!
Zero: How are you gentlemen !! All your RP are belong to us. You are on the way to mind FAQ.
Break: What you say !!
Zero: You have no chance to survive make your Rei. Ha Ha Ha Ha ..!
Sandman: Fire every spell checker! (To Break) You know what you doing. Go good RPers... for great justice ! (Cue the Captain Planet theme song.)
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Sandman: Okay, that's enough fooling around. For those of you who don't know, my name is The Sandman. Or, if you don't want to call me that, you may call me The Sandman. Or, if you prefer, The Sandman is also an acceptable thing to call me.
Break: Thanks for stealing my intro, you 'tard. Hello, I'm Break, subbing in for Mr. Lack of Originality.
Sandman: Thank you for also rudely interrupting me. To start this off, let me first give you the history of why this RP was started in the first place. It all started when Tydraad decided to record Captain's Logs on his PDA ranging from jabs at aliens to stealing Break's Chinese food. Moritsune decided to grab a drink at the time and read that the lemon-lime drink was "Now Potable." In fact, it actually read "Portable," but this is still funny anyway. This would account for the oft-used references and jokes about potable water and edible food in the RP.
In case you did not know, both Break and Tydraad's characters were insane during this first portion of the RP. Back then, the RP was of a much less serious nature, with semi-disturbing concepts and some broken continutity.
And of course, Katana Porn....
Break: Which, I might add, was not my idea...
Sandman: Tydraad and I liked to make the joke that Break was not interested in women because he listed katanas above women in list comparing his favorites. Heh.
Break: Of course, you bastards read too far into that...
Sandman: Overall, though, the beginning was a great time, as it was reallly just Break and Tydraad playing off of each other's absurdist humor. Tydraad favored a megalomanical-captain type, complete with dry wit and an infinite aura of omnipotent sexy. Break's character started out as a parody of the all-powerful silent warrior with a calm streak as long as his sword (except that he was actually a good RPer), able to perform such feats of magic such as blowing up the ship, surviving in the vacuum of space, and playing Jesus by generating pasta out of nowhere.
Break: Example time!
Sandman: Heh, yeah. So, this flying circus of humor (with apologies to Sir Python) lasted from July 19, 2006 10:56 PM to July 23, 2006 1:00 PM.
Break: Isn't that...?
Sandman: No. *shudders* Then it came. July 23, 2006 1:40 PM. Zero Hour....
Zero Hour
Break: It was but a sunny afternoon that day in Southern California, with me simply sitting back on my bed, sipping a nice cold Jones Soda (black cherry, if you must know), browsing the AC-FAQ-turned-decent-RP, with some gameplay videos of DMC 3...
Sandman: Yes, yes, we get it. You're easily distracted. Now explain, damn you.
Break: Oh, hell, fine. The RP had taken a serious turn a short while before, which I didn't necessarily mind as long as some wisp of humor stayed intact.
And then I read that very first post from Zero (then 'matrixdude', and slightly later, 'matrixdude is dead' due to a bout of annoyance I had with the fellow).
(Eat my parenthetical writing, beeyotch.)
Oh, right, the RP. Yeah, I read his post. I could not exactly explain the feeling that came over me as I read that first sentence -
You'd be suprised what cloaking technology can do these days, I mean it started as nobody can see you, but now it makes you immune to all damage! - Zero
It was a mix of horror, disgust, a slight bit of shame, and repulsion. Sort of like the feeling you get when talking to Tydraad in person, but whatever.
My brain proceeded to vomit when I continued reading -
Supid idiots... - need I say who said this? *sigh* Herr Zero.
At that point, my brain had performed the neurological equivalent of cardiac arrest. Synapses fizzled. Brain cells froze where they were, dying of the sheer cold that this new level of n00bosity brought forth.
A storm had come, and it smelled of garlic and overcooked wasabi dishes. The irony of his little typoed fragment hit me like a brick.
I just knew that when he said he was immune to all damage, that my fun was going to be brought to a pitiful, Tifa-less end. The repetition, the horrible anime references, the overuse of the capslock key, the absolute butchery resulting in a one-sided battle without honor or humanity!
Sandman: ....how dare you place the name of that song....that glorious, beautiful music....in this defiled....
Break: *interrupting*....yeah, yeah, and my mother's a whore, I got it, I got it. I found it to be a fruitless endeavor to count exactly how many blatantly ripped-off references to games and anime were carelessly sticthed onto his post, but I gave up shortly after the count had reached three thousand, seven hundred and forty-two.
Sandman:Well, trampling over whatever Break was saying, I think I should offer my input here. When Break and Tydraad showed me the RP one afternoon one glorious September shortly after Break's birthday in the CSUDH library, I read Zero's first post with a mixture of both abject rage and GW Bush level disbelief.
Break: Ouch.
Sandman: Yea, it was that bad.
OH GOD, WHAT IS HE HOLDING??!! It can't be, the most horrifying thing I've seen in my life, its "XXXSEXHARDCOREPORNHENTAISTUFF"!!!! MUST DESTROY NOW!!!!! -Zero.
Sandman: I believe I speak for all good RPs when I say that there are only so many time a joke is funny. Tydraad and Break played the porn jokes out, and they had a great run. Zero's was just two too many.
Break: Yea, verily.
Sandman: Quite. I'll put it to you this way: if Break experienced the neurological equivalent of a heart attack, then I had a real one when I finished reading the post.
Good thing I upgraded the main cannons to dual-wakazashi class before leaving space-dock, even though its illegal and a stolen prototype. -Zero
Break: Oh, of course you're always prepared, you bastard...
Sandman: Break's rage against the n00b aside, he does have a point. No matter what the situation, no matter how grave the battle or great the distance or discrepancy in technology, Zero always knew and had everything. He made himself omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent. Even when it came to battling the Federation's invincible weapon.
Break: By the way, if you're a stickler for spoilers, don't read that last sentence.
Sandman: Quiet, you. Unfortunately, Zero never got better at RPing. He only got worse...
Break: You have no idea how much I had to pay the fat lady to sing overtime...
