The Good League of Good is an organization devoted to the redemption of evildoers. All of our members are either good aligned or trying to become good.
To become a member PM either FF Fanboy, Haleyintraining[Leave of Absence], Happyturtle, Kaelaroth, Lex-kat, or Saint Nil.
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OOC: All players are welcome to make a character to join GLoG. The PM requirement is only so we know who is around. We aren't running auditions or anything.
IC: Your character may be refused entry to the premises or asked to leave if they are not of good alignment or if they cause trouble in character.
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Also, before you join, read the Rules of the Spork.
Security cameras (you don't need to read it before joining, but this seemed as good a place to put it as any)
If you are not a member, then when your character arrives, you will be outside the front door and must roleplay getting entry.
Membership form:
Name:
Current Alignment:
Desired Alignment:
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Why do you want to join GLoG?
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If you have a question, please read our FAQ first, it may already have been answered:
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FAQ:
What's the point? Isn't there already a good aligned organization? Why didn't you just join HALO?
OOC, we have nothing against HALO. (IC may be a different story.) However, we wanted an organization that only allows good-aligned members and focuses on the redemption of evildoers. If the real world can have multiple organizations for the purpose of doing good, we don't see why the forum can't hold more than one as well.
No seriously. Aren't you just a HALO clone?
Not intentionally. We have our own purpose and our own mission, which overlaps somewhat with HALO's, but is not identical.
Why don't you let anyone post in the main thread without PMing first?
OOC answer: Honestly, we tried it, and it was too chaotic to read.
IC answer: You don't let strangers wander into your house at all hours, do you? We just want to know who is in our house.
Still, it seems awfully rude. You've offended a lot of people.
We're sorry. We didn't mean to.
What's the point of the visitor's centre?
We still want to play nicely with others! So we set up the visitor's centre thread to provide an IC access port.
Are you part of the Town? Or are you in an extra dimension?
We didn't really know at first, but when AMEN contacted us, it seemed clear that we inhabited some sort of reality with AMEN and HALO. Which means we aren't Town. I think. (Really, we're making this up as we go along!)
New answer: Everyone's a part of the town, but the rules are different here, Town laws do not apply. ACRONYM rules do. So respect the rules, and we will all get along just fine.
Will you be interacting with the other groups?
Yes, but we haven't worked out the mechanics yet. We're officially at war with AMEN, but we don't want random fighting going on in our headquarters. So we might be setting up a war thread or a plot thread or something, but we don't know yet.
As far as HALO goes, we have no formal ties with them, though there is some membership overlap, and we're currently in discussions. IC, some of us have formed a negative opinion of HALO. It doesn't mean we have a problem with you OOC. (Honestly, Turtle isn't the brightest crayon in the box, and she's very defensive about being a former evildoer.)
We interact with other groups quite a lot, though the war with AMEN has come to an end.
GLoG is a pretty silly name, isn't it?
Yes. Yes it is. One of our founding members used to belong to the Evil League of Evil (If you haven't heard of it, google 'Dr Horrible'), so when she turned good, it seemed reasonable to form the Good League of Good.
But anyone passing through it arrives outside the front door. If they've already been cleared (previously interacted with GLoG without hostilities), they can walk straight in without having to roleplay out knocking on the door and so on.
First time visitors, or people who have previously caused trouble have to wait for someone to undeadtime to decide whether they can pass or not.
Jazirian shrugs, and lies on the couch, waiting for something to happen. Then he remembers he had to meditate on the techniques he used to do that paper trial, and does that.
Ponder is a good word, as is reflect, or revise, or study, or just plain think on it. Meditate however, just sounds a bit too Lawful for Jazirian.
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Yeah, it can be. Meditate means to clear your mind of all distractions, and to concentrate on a single subject. Or at least I think it does... Well, anyway, Elves are gay.
Gabriel exits from his make-shift temple, revived. "I don't know why that's more comfortable than my bed, but I shouldn't care, should I?" After talking out loud, he decides to have a bit of a small training session himself. He starts by working on his balance, and climbing up onto the poles.
Ahahahaha. Hah. Get rid of all distractions, that's just golden. And Random Elf comment is Random.
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Jazirian wakes up from his sleep meditation and goes to The-man-previously-known-as-Mr-Quinne's training temple place, provided it hasn't done anything silly like disappear or get shunted to another dimension.
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Francis opens his eyes from his blind pole jumping, and hops down to greet the dragon. "It's good to see that you've come back, my friend. I don't suppose you know how to dance?" After which, he guides Jazirian's eyes to the aforementioned poles.
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
"Then this may be a challenge." Supposing KK doesn't mind, Francis guides him to the poles. He provides a step ladder to them, but gives him the option of jumping up instead. Francis does the latter of the two, and bows while one foot is on a pole. The other is resting on the opposites leg.
Jazirian jumps up onto a pole, and lands on it. He teeters for a moment after he lands, but after regaining his balance he seems to stand on the pole easily enough. He bows back.
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
"Well done, my friend. Next:" He hops to a pole three feet away from himself, keeping his frame as it was on the former one. "Do that a few times. It shouldn't be hard for you."
He accomplishes it with few hiccups. Balance is one of the easier things for someone who has experience battling gale-force winds and the like to prevent from tumbling to an ouchy DOOM.
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An Undead Purple Worm attempts to burst out of the ground and eat the gopher in a dramatic fashion.
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Jazirian follows Gabriel's lead, feet moving from pole to pole in a danceable fashion.
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
"Ah, good. Looks like I don't have anything to teach you there. Would you like to try the light foot test again?" He asks, pointing at the toilet rice paper roll
He does it slightly better and faster this time, but there's still room for practice.
((Deadtime for one and half hours or so. BSG 4.0 back-to-back ))
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
"Great! You've done well today. Sit down, and take a break. We'll continue this later." He exits the room, but before doing so... "I'll fetch us some drinks!" Which he does, and when he returns he forces a few rounds into Jaz. Go ahead and veto that part about forcing Jaz to drink if you like. If you do, he'll just pour a few random things here and there.
Jazirian has a few drinks, but having the constitution of well, a dragon, it doesn't affect him much. Unless it's Gabe's famous 'good stuff' or something to that degree. Then it effects him.
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Turtle goes to answer the door. She managed to get one of the drones to pin up the unneeded sleeve of her top so it won't be in her way. She was eating an apple instead of trying to cook breakfast left-handed, but then she gets to the door and realizes that she actually needs a hand to open it. So she puts the apple in her teeth, just as the drone arrives to answer the door instead.
Reinholdt's there. He doesn't look all too great. Well, physically he's roughed up a bit from being slammed into a tavern pillar twice and thrown out a window.
But it's probably got more to do with Rabbit's seeming betrayal of amnesia-laden Reinholdt, the trusting fool, and Calublufiok causing all his horrible memories to crash back on him in a single moment.
He looks up at Happy. And tries to walk in.
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Happy 's, and immediately crouches down to try and heal him, which doesn't work very well since she's not recovered enough to cast spells. Or to be rapidly changing position. She wobbles, tries to catch herself with an arm that isn't there, and lands on her butt rather clumsily.
Happy is not in any shape to stop Reinholdt from going wherever he chooses. She sends a med-drone into the cell with Reinholdt and tries to contact Darkcomet telepathically.
Khiansa appears behind Reinholdt.
"Why all the yelling?"
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's, and immediately crouches down to try and heal him, which doesn't work very well since she's not recovered enough to cast spells. Or to be rapidly changing position. She wobbles, tries to catch herself with an arm that isn't there, and lands on her butt rather clumsily.
