I sometimes like using Tapatalk to freeform RP. If you've never tried
this it's basically a small group of people slowly building up a story
off of each others posts. No rules or structure, it's just loose
story-telling and a lot of fun when it works. When I have some downtime
at work, I like to jump into a thread and just write. It's great for a
quick RP fix when I had no time for an actual game. Here's the elevator pitch and a sample post to give you an idea of how it works: ------------------- There is no collective quite as reviled or feared
as the Kojang Orc Clan of Tarrbin. Reviled, because they've been a
scourge to the surrounding populations with a seemingly endless stream
of hatred. Feared, because their strength and discipline in combat is
unparalleled. This prowess comes at a high cost: a savagely tribal
society, one where strength is revered but nothing else. This story begins with a group of Kojang orcs preparing to leave this life, by whatever means necessary. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Someone should stop this. It
was a burning thought in Ozzuk's head, as his brothers' cries
continued. The Chieftain, Razul, heaved a hulking battle axe to his
shoulder and hacked at the weaklings' leg once more. Razul, had made it
up to the thigh but the poor bastard had yet to pass out from the pain.
The whole tribe had gathered for the spectacle. Most stood in stoic
reverence, lit red from a raging bonfire centered in camp. "This
is what happens when you run. This is what happens when you don't stand
and fight." The Chieftain twisted the blade end prying at the pulp of
bloodied flesh, bringing with it a piercing shriek. "You bring shame to
our clan, and so you are released." As Razul hefted the axe for
the final blow, Ozzuk quietly turned and made his way out of the crowd.
The echoes of one last thunk rang out. The Orcs' slow, guttural death
chant began. All for a tactical retreat. Ozzuk wasn't convinced
he shouldn't have done the same. He had survived another culling ritual,
but thanks to this all too familiar sight it brought him no pleasure.
He often considered riding into the night and never turning back, but a
lone Orc spotted in open field would be slaughtered if for nothing but
vengeance. Not to mention his own clan would certainly hunt him. He slank into the nearby wilderness and sat. If only there were others. Maybe there was a way out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've got one player so far and a few others who have expressed interesting in this sort of thing. I've set up a basic forum here , that you'd have to sign up for. If you're interested or had any questions let me know :)
