Tips for Roleplaying Well - OverviewA lot of people like to assume the persona of a character - someone totally different than themselves - and take them into a new world filled with amazing possibilities. So how does one succeed in an RP setting, where there are no points and no set goals? How do you maintain other peoples' interest in your posts and get them to respond to you? Here are a few tips to make the most out of your roleplaying experience.
1. Treat an RP like you're writing a story. You should strive for proper capitalization and punctuation. Form complete thoughts and read what you write before you send it. Does it sound good? Does it makes sense? Is it interesting and will it provide something for other players to react to? If you're having trouble, don't resort to filler such as 'Joe walked down the street, then he looked behind him. He took a step forward and then he sighed and sat down.' This provides very little for people to react to. Consider your character within the setting. What is he thinkin
South Park Ficlet Collection ISouth Park Ficlet Collection I3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Most of these fics are no longer than a page. They feature a number of different characters, so there's probably something here for everyone. I write these as I think of them, so you can think of them as sketches of sorts. Enjoy!
It hurt in a way Cartman couldn't comprehend. And for that moment in time; that brief, insignificant blip that wouldn't even register on the radars of the universe; he understood. He and Kyle knew each other more than they'd ever really been able to grasp, and their antagonism fueled them, brought life to them both. Even if they couldn't stand each other right now, Cartman had a brief glimpse of the future as he looked at his technically dead companion. One day, they would be friends.
His lip trembled. It went beyond that stupid contract. Oh, sure, that agreement would have to be upheld on principle, but it wasn't the only reason Cartman had to save his friend. After all, anyone could perform the unspeakable and somewhat embarrassing acts tha
FragmentedFragmented3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This fic takes place immediately after the Season 15 South Park premiere.
The day arrived in a flurry of ecstasy for Eric Cartman, who'd eagerly awaited Kyle's release from the hospital for some time. Despite the fact the he was still injured from being struck by lightning, he climbed the stairs to his sort-of friend's room with renewed strength, for tucked into his coat, safe from the view of Kyle's parents, was his brand new iPad. His mother, so obviously distressed by her son's injury, bought him the thing as a get well present, and the best part about that was that said iPad was better than everyone else's.
He intended to rub it in Kyle's face, perhaps literally, and hoped that the mere sight of it would cause the other boy some great distress. He so loved seeing Kyle in distress, and the thought of it made the pains from God's thorough smiting seem not quite as bad.
He was almost giddy when he reached the bedroom, though, strangely, his euphoria faded when he saw Kyle sitting
End - A South Park PoemEnd - A South Park Poem2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Who are you to carry on when the world looks like it does all around me under and over me all I see is
Ends. Where was my
Breaking point? Somewhere along the line I missed tripping on the border between positive and negative, and now I can't find it so I can't go back, but you
Carry on skirting that line because it doesn't look like shit to you so you see it.
Does it glow for you?
I didn't notice.
But there are vague outlines that look like you and I know you see me
Give me space, Kyle. I know you will.
Sometimes I wonder if I need you then THEY come. They used to be called tears but now they're just shitty
Like you and the rest of the world. Kyle.
I feel worse when I cry.
Draw that line for me. I see you smile, sometimes, through all the shit the world's become you smile and you look this way and I see it.
You don't know, but I hold
You can't see me reach because I don't and I won't
No clouds. No sun. Just one shitty day after another. But you're