#tsprp

*A multi-muse multi-fandom blog.*

Run by thatguyoversea

reminder that I'm a minor! adjust appropriately

I'm comfortable doing ships, but not with //guy

GAMBHORRA'TA

The first sorcerer to visit the Parable. Escaped from a dark, cold place he got to through an old door in his work place. Sarcastic, tired, and god knows how close to breaking, he's on edge but here to have fun!(?)

He/Him

//GUY

Half self insert, half over-the-top narrator, they're here to speak for whatever people happen to be in the office at that time!

they/them

This is not your usual rp blog. The characters will narrate to the best of their ability what your character has done, usually with a response with it. I.E

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xyz: "Hey, you! I hear you! What's your name, you disembodied voice?!"

Xyz continued to talk at the sky, expecting someone to talk back. In particular, me. Hello, xyz. As xyz did this, a few doors opened near them. What did they mean? Xyz now had a decision to make.

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Batt will try to manipulate and twist your muse a bit! Don't start a thread if you don't want that!

Ageless, but looks 24

She/They

Batt/Sadie

Skateboard functions as a drive, and someone else touching it will cause her to go mad until they let go

Will try to inject code into people via physical contact, causing sickness and various other effects (I'll discuss with you what it is first!)

Various smaller things:

Favorite color is green

The hat is where most of their things are

Can do 'magic', is really just minor code altering around her

Occasionally a bit flirty? I'm not sure yet

Stanley slowly awoke and stared at the monitor on his desk, perplexed by the by the new screen that had appeared on it. He’d never seen anything like this in any previous restarts-- was it some strange bug no one had spotted before? Or a secret he hadn’t been told about? He turned his head to the ceiling before he spoke. “Hey, James? Is this... supposed to be happening? I... I don’t know if I wanna try messing with it.”

There was a very faint response, voices almost drowned out by the sounds of movement. “...Are you sure you turned the mic off?” A young man asked, and The Narrator answered “Oh, yes, yes. Stanley’s asleep at his desk again, I didn’t want to risk waking him. He’s earned it, I think.”

If you want to get started with roleplaying, this is the blog to come to! Feel free to ask questions if you want help with something. 

the wheel turns. no purpose, no justice, no path but the one you lay before it.

set the time?

[yes] [no]

Somewhere in the office, one of the monitors began to rapidly flick itself on and off, before rattling over it's desk. Inexplicably, a TV test card shined across the screen before bending and distorting outwards. The bright colours extended out around two sickly grey arms that clawed their way onto the desk. A face slowly began to tear itself out of the screen- but, between it and the arms, the body quickly got stuck trying to climb through the small screen. One and a half eyes searched over the room of the office, yellow irises eventually settling on some poor stranger who'd been there to witness it all. The arms stopped their struggling before extending a hand to the person.