And in teh roleplay disaster moment.
Aug. 24th, 2006 03:08 pmSometimes the mood just fails in RP doesn't it?
You've set up the scene. You have an evocative location, emotionally charged situations, powerful, real chaarcters and ONE thing screws it up.
Like this:
He was a tall, hard Malkavian with eyes like blue ice and a stern glare that could put the fear in the vilest Tzimisce, whose fighting prowess and brutal callous ruthlessness made the Lasombra quail. Rumours of his deeds had reached you and gave even you nightmares. His insane imaginations thought up torturesd that no rational mind could hold. His servants were driven mad just witnessing them and even the Sabbat could not endure such torment. He rose to his feet, towering over you even as you reflexively shrunk back, he steps down off the dais and…
At this point we had a hiccough. See I was using a loop of quiet orchestral music as a backing for this scene, switching to a fanfare for the prince – hey music sets the mood. Unfortunately randomness had taken the player. The music that Leif the Sheriff stepped down to waaas… Morris Dancing music. Yes, that’s right, Morris dancing. I battled valiantly on but they players were nearly dead from laughter now at my vicious, terrifying sheriff wearing bells and waving a hanky around. And from that day forth they repeatedly referred to poor Leif as Morris. *sigh* it’s the Lady of Perpetual Motion all over again.
You've set up the scene. You have an evocative location, emotionally charged situations, powerful, real chaarcters and ONE thing screws it up.
Like this:
He was a tall, hard Malkavian with eyes like blue ice and a stern glare that could put the fear in the vilest Tzimisce, whose fighting prowess and brutal callous ruthlessness made the Lasombra quail. Rumours of his deeds had reached you and gave even you nightmares. His insane imaginations thought up torturesd that no rational mind could hold. His servants were driven mad just witnessing them and even the Sabbat could not endure such torment. He rose to his feet, towering over you even as you reflexively shrunk back, he steps down off the dais and…
At this point we had a hiccough. See I was using a loop of quiet orchestral music as a backing for this scene, switching to a fanfare for the prince – hey music sets the mood. Unfortunately randomness had taken the player. The music that Leif the Sheriff stepped down to waaas… Morris Dancing music. Yes, that’s right, Morris dancing. I battled valiantly on but they players were nearly dead from laughter now at my vicious, terrifying sheriff wearing bells and waving a hanky around. And from that day forth they repeatedly referred to poor Leif as Morris. *sigh* it’s the Lady of Perpetual Motion all over again.