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BSG:12C
15 years ago
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Inane Rambling of a Demented Predator
Well, being ill was an exhausting weekend. Spent most of it on Purrdence's Battlestar Galactica sim on Second Life, 'Twelve Colonies'. Although it's rather fewer than twelve now, given they finally reached the point the minseries launched from - the start of the Second Cylon War.
It was nice to finally get an opportunity to RP at length, too, although I may have overdone things, given I was playing four different roles at once. Would have been five, but I was too busy playing a somewhat meta role in the tunnels under Illumini to switch to a Centurion skin and go gun down civilians. Not that I needed to in the end, since the existing Centurions did a perfectly adequate job by themselves. Especially after I lead some two dozen people into the middle of a Cylon crossfire.
Particularly satisfying - setting up that ambush, *everything* I said in the sim having an ulterior interpretation, and being the very last person rescued off the planet before the Battlestar Phœnix jumped out.
So at the moment my main character, a late-middle-aged accountant, is hanging around in the Phœnix sickbay, which led to some of the following OOC comments by me in the group chat.
Me : At least Cylons can edit their own memories. That way they don't have to endure the sight of Edi in a backless hospital gown.
Other players : LMAO, shudders, etc.
Me : Could be worse, though.
Other players : ?
Me : He could be wearing the gown backwards.
Another observation from the weekend
Me : Battlestar Galactica & Neon Genesis Evangelion - two series where everyone is frakked in the head. Including the robots.
There's other similarities as well. Both open with the near-extinction of humanity, both feature twisted religious fanaticism and even more twisted parental issues, and both humanity is very nearly wiped out completely by a skinjob.
It was nice to finally get an opportunity to RP at length, too, although I may have overdone things, given I was playing four different roles at once. Would have been five, but I was too busy playing a somewhat meta role in the tunnels under Illumini to switch to a Centurion skin and go gun down civilians. Not that I needed to in the end, since the existing Centurions did a perfectly adequate job by themselves. Especially after I lead some two dozen people into the middle of a Cylon crossfire.
Particularly satisfying - setting up that ambush, *everything* I said in the sim having an ulterior interpretation, and being the very last person rescued off the planet before the Battlestar Phœnix jumped out.
So at the moment my main character, a late-middle-aged accountant, is hanging around in the Phœnix sickbay, which led to some of the following OOC comments by me in the group chat.
Me : At least Cylons can edit their own memories. That way they don't have to endure the sight of Edi in a backless hospital gown.
Other players : LMAO, shudders, etc.
Me : Could be worse, though.
Other players : ?
Me : He could be wearing the gown backwards.
Another observation from the weekend
Me : Battlestar Galactica & Neon Genesis Evangelion - two series where everyone is frakked in the head. Including the robots.
There's other similarities as well. Both open with the near-extinction of humanity, both feature twisted religious fanaticism and even more twisted parental issues, and both humanity is very nearly wiped out completely by a skinjob.
