I want to welcome all of you to a new chapter of a story told long ago. As a forward, I wanted to say a little bit about why this story means a lot to some of my friends and I.
If you look at the last page of the roleplay forums, you’ll see a thread called “Crew Expendable”, started a bit more than seven years ago. Of course, the thread was not started by “Kronic”. In early 2007, Maikeru started the Crew: a roleplay that would go on longer than his participation. To summarize, a lot of the writing was terrible. I can personally say that my writing back then was a mess. Terrible. Cringe worthy.
The crew continued, concluding on page fifty six. Of course, it wasn’t long before we started the sequel. It ran about seventy two pages and concluded a bit longer than a year after the first roleplay started, and that was the end. However, some of the folks who participated in that roleplay are people I still talk to everyday. The memory of that RP is still one of our defining memories. And so, after some consideration, some of us have come to a decision. Why not continue that story? Seven years later – or should I say, fifty years later after the events of the original RPs – the story continues.
Before we set too much of a stage, though, it’d be best to explain what the crew was about. Of course, the Crew is a sort of PMD role-play, but the stage of the roleplay is the world of PMU. What does this mean, one might ask? Well what do YOU think it means? I think an important thing to remember is that a good roleplay shouldn’t restrict people’s creativity! From making in-jokes about the players of PMU to a rich story of a pokemon in the world of PMU, the only thing that limits you is your imagination!
Of course, there probably are SOME things that need to be covered.
Like most roleplay, standard implied rules are important. Understanding what GODMODDING is and AVOIDING IT is important. Also avoiding unwanted and bad things such as being a MARYSUE (or GARYSUE) – aka, being an overpowered character that brings the UNFUN to the roleplay.
Another thing to keep in mind is to have some understanding of a fourth wall. Maybe you want to take the world literally and say that you came into this world as an egg. If so, go for it! But please be aware that breaking the fourth wall in the sense of you being a human playing this game might not be the way to go about the story telling. Instead, perhaps like other PMD games, you were once a human who came to this world. Being creative in the way that you handle the situation can lead to great story telling!
With all of that aside, the last thing to be said is this: If you are interested in Joining “THE IRREPLACABLE CREW!” Send me a PM in the forums and tell me a bit about your character! If you just don’t like the PMU forums messaging, you can also get ahold of me on Skype at “KronictOtaku”.
What are you waiting for? The adventure awaits!
Another sunny day rose on the quaint settlement known as Grassroot. The sun was reflecting off of the lake in the center of town. Varying ‘mons going about their business… A normal day here in Exbel by all means. As the sun rose in the sky and the various shops around town got set up for the day’s work a loud call is heard from around the housing center.
“GATHER ROUND ADVENTURES! THE MISSIONS ARE HERE!”
Of course there was a reason why the small community of Grassroot was what it was. Besides the fact that the little burg had just about everything an adventurer needed, it also had “The Mission Board.”
The mission board was a place where Explorers across the lands would come to gather their missions. For what purpose did folks become Explorers? Well the answer to that question depends on who you ask. The common folk don’t know the exact numbers of Explorers, Or Adventurers. Heck even if you asked them what they called themselves they probably wouldn’t agree on a name. Regardless of the indecisive nature of the whole thing Explorers made a good living. And any mon that could get their way through a dungeon was probably an explorer at one point or another. Helping other ‘mons and exploring the mystery dungeons. Seeing new sights and discovering new treasures… Romantic as it is exciting.
As the major explorers come and go the town once again falls silent. As all of the Explorers set off of their adventures for the day the town usually quiets down. Well. Almost.
“Leon! You’ve got Grandmother’s Orans don’t you? I didn’t come all this way for nothing!”
A small litleo walked up toward the Kecleon shop. His ears poking out of an old maroon colored bandana. For as loud as he spoke, He didn’t seem to be that old. The young Litleo walked over and casually leaned against the shop. The Kecleon behind the counter rolled his eyes as he went into the back of his shop. He wished the young one would have learned a thing or two from Grandmother. How to be soft spoken, or maybe less rash. Regardless he did what the litleo requested. Quickly returning from the back he set the crate in front of the small ‘mon sighing briefly.
“Kain, you must tell me why Grandmother constantly has you come to town to grab these berries. She mustn’t need all of them every day…”
The young Litleo let a wry smirk cross his face, The shadow of his bandanna falling over his eyes as he looked up at the Kecleon.
“Listen Leon I don’t make the rules! She says it’s important! And I can’t complain. I wouldn’t be able to walk on my hind legs if it wasn’t for all of this lifting! I don’t know why any ‘mon walks around with all four of their feet on the floor. Talk about inconvenient! I mean just the other day I was…”
The Kecleon knew that Kain would continue to ramble until he interrupted him. And he didn’t waste much time to do so.
“Listen young one, I have inventory to do today, make sure to tell Grandmother I send my regards. And keep out of trouble.”
Kain shrugged as he lifted the box filled to the brim with Oran berries. As he walked down the road he was met with similar greetings each one more brief than the last. The townsfolk didn’t want to hold Kain up from getting the berries back to the shrine. As he headed south from Grassroot and reached the crossroads he turned left. Heading east towards Grandmother’s shrine.