' Wrote:You right, too many people dont understand that RP is a cooperative thing, it's not walking into a situation and saying, "This is how it is and you have to do it this way or you are oorp. For example, coming into a situation and saying something like "There is no possible way that a scanner would be able to see any difference between non-organic KNF weapons and Organic Nomad weapons, and if you say there is you are oorp." Is not really a good way of moving two groups toward cooperative rp. I think you have made a very good point Foo.
I would like to make the slight clarification that the weapons labeled "Nomad Energy Blaster" and "Nomad Energy Cannon" are not organic flesh coils like "Nomad Lasers," "Lesser Nomad Lasers," "Nomad Torpedoes," and "Nomad Singularity Cannons" are. Rather, the "Nomad Energy Blaster" and "Nomad Energy Cannon" were designed from the ground up to be human weapons incorporating Nomad technology- channeling a human powercore into the same type of energy discharge a Nomad flesh coil gives off. It is a human weapon based on alien technology (notice the fact that it has a gun model) and does not contain any Nomad biomatter. Given that codename weapons also are human weapons based off of experimental energy concepts, I would expect a scanner to be hard pressed to distinguish a Nomad Energy Cannon or Nomad Energy Blaster from a codename weapon. Once it fires, someone who has seen Nomad weapons before would likely catch the similarity at the very least (though they might suspect the same of "Dulzian" codenames)- but the Nomad Energy Cannon and Nomad Energy Blaster are not organic.
Scanning a Nomad Laser on someone's ship, on the other hand, and you'd be stupid not to go "OSHI-" and set off the alarm. It's a piece of Nomad flesh that sticks to a ship, after all... trying to convince someone that they aren't squishy blue chunks of flesh would be a lot like trying to convince someone that the Gaian Wildlife in your cargo hold are, in fact, engine components.
On a side note I now want to try and convince someone that my ship is run by Gaian Wildlife on hamster wheels. I also still need to pirate someone for a windmill.
' Wrote:Apologies, but you might want to re-view that "discussion" we've had on Skype regarding this. You'll see that we *were* open to compromises, including the possibility that trained Kempeitai individuals could be able to detect alien ship equipment, but McNeo made clear that as long as our ships mount Nomad equipment, he will metagame on any of his characters because clearly, everybody can do a quick scan of a military vessel, detect strange energy signatures and positively identify Nomad guns, which is also why we never bothered making the Aoi Iseijin a stealth faction, instead opting to be yet another "hostile on scanners" lolfaction.
Of course, you're still welcome to discuss this subject with us. Just, this time, please refrain from trying to break our RP completely and degrading us to yet another unlawful faction.
Probably not the place to discuss about it, but I'm not going to create another thread neither.
You want to create a RP environment where everybody benefits from, I've been trying to do that ingame (despite the fact of the uncapacity of getting to a middle ground), but everytime that we find the Aoi Iseijin interacting with people who don't know who you are, I got this: "There are infested pilots in x system", "there are nomads here", "They use nomad weapons", "there are wildes in New Tokyo".
Those messages don't come from any [AFA], [KNF], [KSP], those messages come from regular traders, freelancers, mercenaries, who happen to be there at that time. Those are players who can only trust in their scanners, and not in your word, because for them, you are nothing but Wild, and why wouldn't the Wild lie to them?
You are asking to us to don't rely on our scanners, which is how the game is suppose to be since the begining.
You are here using an annoying word, "metagame". We are not metagaming, we use the information we gain in game, by using what the game allows us to use, such as Scanners and IFF.
You are nomads (or infested people), who use Wilde IFF, Wilde ID, Nomad guns, but yet, you expect everybody accepting that you are NOT related to Nomads. Leaving apart that I don't like to be forced to play on somebody's way, against my own feelings, I do play your way, or try to, but it's tiring to do.
"As already mentioned before, the Aoi Iseijin heavily rely on both stealth and deception. Our biggest enemies ooRP will be metagamers"
While you rely on Stealth, you use Wilde IFFs, and to make it worst, you call the people who see those IFFs "metagamers".
I am sorry that your IFF and ID cause problems, but for an official faction, you should have sorted it out beforehand.
If it can't be sorted it out without having a Mod update, then you should take the problems as they appear. Calling people metagamers because things don't go the way you want is.... pick any bad adjective, many would fit.
Right now, I'm starting to get annoyed, pissed and angry about this matter, we try to help your RP, but if you keep calling us metagamers, and that we don't want to create a RP environment where everybody benefits from, then I'll just give the notice to treat everybody by IFF and ID. Then you can keep calling us metagamers, OORPers, and all the things that you want.
Quote:Those messages don't come from any [AFA], [KNF], [KSP], those messages come from regular traders, freelancers, mercenaries, who happen to be there at that time.
Most of those are just lolwuts or people simply new to Discovery RP. Don't encourage them to continue like that by acting on their metagamed information. This is a problem that we aim to fix with the upcoming introduction of an Aoi Iseijin NPC faction and ID; both will have slightly ambiguous descriptions to avoid having people who simply do not know better metagame at us.
Quote:You are nomads (or infested people), who use Wilde IFF, Wilde ID, Nomad guns, but yet, you expect everybody accepting that you are NOT related to Nomads.
IFF and ID are ooRP mechanisms to enforce the rules, not something openly displayed (it'd make zero sense for almost any less-than-lawful individual to openly declare themselves as such). Also, please don't confuse gameplay with RP. Using that logic, smugglers would be free to use Zone 21 within RP, as gameplay-wise, the Zone isn't exactly protected very well and the corridor in the mine field is well known.
Thank you for mentioning the gun issue in form of a reasonable, valid point, however - this is something we can work with (much unlike McNeo's projectile color argument >.>), and I will encourage an internal discussion regarding this subject.
Dab Wrote:This is why you should avoid trying to talk about subjects which you haven't the slightest clue about. AW had nothing to do with Stargate. The name Asgard didn't come from Stargate either, it's a name from Norse Mythology. It was a symbolic name.
Research, brainstorm, think, then post.
Reversing that order isn't recommended.
I did just that, though apparently, I've acted upon false information (must have asked a former CUFF member about it:P). Again, apologies.
American soldiers are equipped with m16, or a m4 carbine and a 9mm gun issue according to wikipedia.
we could compare this to standard issue of KSP / KNF guns.
Now imagine a form of soldiers, where 5 guys has m16s and a 9mm gun, while 3 have AK47 and a unknown type of a gun.
....
nope..
can't think of a reason those other soldiers would be curious.
I'll totally just go in here and unleash the hypothetical scenario wall.
BEGIN:
I am [color=#FF9900]Joe Kazimushi McKayyEnnEffstein.
I am an exceptionally well-trained Kusari Naval Forces Officer.
I have studied my enemies at the military academy, and I know who they are, what they are, how they look like, where they come from, where they head, what they fly, and what they use.
For such are the teachings one of my kind has to know prior to be allowed to fly for the Naval Forces in space, in the name of the Emperor, Frozus Ballus the MCCCXXXVIIth, and for great justice.
Today I am out on a patrol with my wingmates, [color=#FFFF66]Jack Hokonobaba De Banzai and Frank Sayonara Enchwasherea.
In the middle of my patrol in the (INSERT KUSARI SYSTEM NAME HERE), Jack starts complaining about a headache.
I tell him to shrug it off if it's not too bad, so we can carry on with our patrol until we're done, so then we can fly to the Battleship Soyokaze, write our reports, and afterwards have fun times with the Geishas, in the Emperor's name.
However then suddenly Jack begins to talk about strange voices in his head and how they are telling him things.
I begin to remember the history lessons from the Academy, and suddenly, like a bolt of lightning fired from the rear-end of an ancient god people worshipped on ye olde Earth, the guy whose name started with Z but which I can't remember, anyway, it hits me.
Strange voices? IN JACK'S VA... err, HEAD? "Good heavens!" I shout out. "Could it be that there be... Nomads about?"
Frank immediately dismisses me as a fool. "Nay laddie, 'dere be none o' 'um Squiddays 'ere, we's a in (INSERT KUSARI SYSTEM NAME HERE), there ain' been Squddays sighted roun' 'ere in years!"
But I remain suspicious, for there is Jack, who wildly screams: "THEY'RE TELLING ME TO TAKE MY PANTS OFF! MY PAAANTS!" "Sweet mother mercy!" I exclaim. Taking off his pants? But he is wearing an overall! What madness is this?
It can not be a voice spawned out of his wicked serial-killer psyche, for that one would know that he's not wearing pants!
Could it be there it really was Nomads?
I do not know, however I remain cautious, and I order Frank to escort Jack back home while Jack can still fly, to which Frank loudly reacts with his manly Scotti... err, Kusarian voice. "DA COMRADE! FOR THE EMPEROR! I SHALL BRING HIM HOME! AND THEN WE'LL VISIT THE BROTH... err, Coffee Shop!"
Swiftly, Frank and Jack get on their way, disappearing out of my scanner range only a few moments later, and I let out a sigh of relief, for it is quiet and peaceful, and nothing hostile is in sight.
Thus, seeing that there's only two more navigational points left to visit in order to finish the patrol, I decide to continue for I could rest peacefully no more were my cowardice the reason for possibly not detecting a hostile whom could claim countless lifes of the good Geishas of Kusari! "By the Emperor's will, it shall be done!" I say to myself, fire up my Cruise Engines, and I continue. My chest swollen with pride, my heart pumping raw courage and manliness through my veins, and my Aviators on my nose, because I watched Top Gun and I want to look as badass as Goose.
Only a few minutes later, I see it... the first NavPoint.
I take a long and hard cigar out of my pocket and light it, for things look quiet and there is no one there.
I smoke calmly, relaxing and starting to become light-headed... it is only a few minutes later that I recognize the smell...
MY GOODNESS! I did not smoke a cigar! It was a blunt, and I am stoned out of my mind... partially.
And then it happens. ***.OMNOMNOM.*** Comes the voice in my head. "Who be ye, laddie?" I ask in my best faked Glaswegian. ***.JEEPAZ.KREEPAZ.AND.TENTACLEZ.IN.UR.PANTZ.OLOL!!1one.***
I fail to understand the cryptic and mysterious messages in my head, for I am stoned, which, combined with my immense facial hair (Read: Beard!) makes me awesome.
But there, out in the distance, I can see it coming. Approaching rapidly, it begins to descend upon me...
A ship, not unlike my own. A Chimaera, the Naval Forces' finest fighter craft in existence, blessed by the Emperor of Man... I mean, Emperor Frozus Ballus himself.
I see not what is about to come for the unfortunate old me, and thus I approach.
As per standard procedure, which miraculously hath not eludeth me stoned mind, I input the command into my computer to verify it's IFF Signature.
"ERROR: INSERT COIN TO CONTINUE!"
Then I realize it wasn't my computer, but the Pinball machine.
So, I attempt to do it again, this time making sure that I don't touch the Pinball machine or the console that lets me play Super Turbo Turkey Puncher 3 on those long and hard trips out in space.
But what... what is this?
"ERROR: IFF UNKNOWN. NO MATCH IN DATABASE."
An unknown IFF signature? IN MY KUSARI? C'EST IMPOSSIBLE!
I am shocked at that revelation, and I focus long and hard... on the blunt, because I'd rather not waste good Synth Mary.
A few moments after, I decide to scan that Chimaera there... and... what? MORE UNKNOWN TRASH? WHAT IS THIS THING, A COMPUTER LINKED TO THE NAVAL FORCES DATABASE OR A NINTENDO 64?
Anyway, this is what the display said:
"WARNING: UNKNOWN ENERGY SIGNATURES DETECTED. ADVISE CAUTION."
I begin to wonder in the back of my head, what could this mean? What is happening here? Where is my overall? Why am I only wearing a flanel shirt and boxers? And who's the funny guy with the tentacles sticking out of his no... nevermind.
My thoughts get interrupted as I hear the alarms aboard my ship sound...
"OH MY LEONIDAS!" The Chimaera fired! At my ship! "DIVE DIVE DIVE! HIT YOUR BURNERS PILOT!" I can hear Lieutenant Commander Snipes scream somewhere in the depths of my brain, and so I dive, barely dodging the <strike>Shivan Juggernaut in front of me</strike> next salvo of...
Was that purple lightning that got shot at me?
Purple haze?
Out in space?
While my thoughts're in a maze?
And I moronically stare at the reflection of my face?
"MADNESS!" - It truly must be.
I bring my ship, my Chimaera, around, to face the attacker and see what he is doing, ready to dodge his shots, ready to retaliate, and then...
***.TROLOLOLOLOL.U.DAI.NUB.KEKEKEKE!!!1one.***
IN YOUR HEAAAD! IN YOUR HEAAAD! ZOMBIE! ZOHOOOMB... wait, this isn't a Cranberries song.
I can hear the voices, but they do not distract me, and my thoughts wander to the latest issue of Sports Illustrated... only for a moment though, since there, there I see it.
Purple lasers.
Shooting.
At me.
Could this be a mislead Civilian, firing his Purple Goddesses with intense fury?
I decide to find out, and let myself get hit.
Which is a bad idea, because the overwhelming force of the blows quickly drops my shield, and now the pristine hull of my Chimaera is exposed.
Along with the beautiful paintings on it of Geishas in bikinis playing banjos in a pool with a snake whose name starts with 'C' and ends with 'opperhead' inbetween.
I spent very long on those artistical masterpieces, and it cost me over 9000 gallons of Absinthe to work up the inspiration that was needed for them. "HEEEREEESYYY!" I scream at the top of my lungs, but then, then it comes again.
I no longer think those could be Purple Goddesses, for not even if they were overcharged with Duracell batteries, could their long and hard beams penetrate my shield that easily.
And no man of pure human nature could joke about probing my face with tentacles.
Now I know what is inside that ship. I know what it wants. (Hint: Not my money, there was no "2 mil or dai".)
And I know... I know what I must do.
I take a deep breath and focus on the ship, and I channel all my Imperial might and righteous fury into my vocal cords, my mind resisting the creature, for I am stoned and flying high on so many levels that not even the entire population of <strike>Jamaica</strike> New York could count them.
"HOAAAA! KAZIMUSHI-SAN GO BANZAAAI AND SQUIDDIES GO SAYONAAARAAA!"
My Chimaera's engines roar, the booming and thundering sound so loud in my eardrums, I can barely hear my own warcry as I charge the beast.
It does not seem impressed, it does not feel fear, and it does not know that I am full with RAEG.
I make ready my guns, the six Disinfectors, ready to cleanse Kusari from that being, true to their name.
I close the distance rapidly, and then... then I fire.
*WHOA BLACK BETTY BAM-BALAM!*
But it is not enough, and the beast charges at me... and just a moment before my ship rams into its own, I press the Big Red Button of Doom. (Read: I-Win Button.) "IMA FIRIN' MAH RAZOR!" I scream out in righteous fury as the Tachyon-Antimatter escapes the barrell and propels towards my target, closing the distance rapidly, far too quick for the beast to react, and then...
*BAMBAAALAAAAAAAAAM!*
It is no more.
A fiery explosion, a little purple shine in-between, and some wreckage quickly shooting off into all directions of space, that is the result.
And I?
I remember that my overall's under my seat and that I got not only the latest issue of Sports Illustrated in there, but also more of the blessed gifts from the goddess Mary-Jane.
So I pull off my shirt to expose my bare and oiled-up and overly manly chest to everyone who might dare look into my cockpit, lean back in my seat, turn its massage-function on, and fly home while smoking a fat one, reading Sports Illustrated and playing Super Turbo Turkey Puncher 3. At the same time.
Because I'm the hero of <strike>Canton</strike> Kusari, and the man they call <strike>Jayne</strike> Joe.
' Wrote:If I can just pitch in and say something...
American soldiers are equipped with m16, or a m4 carbine and a 9mm gun issue according to wikipedia.
we could compare this to standard issue of KSP / KNF guns.
Now imagine a form of soldiers, where 5 guys has m16s and a 9mm gun, while 3 have AK47 and a unknown type of a gun.
....
nope..
can't think of a reason those other soldiers would be curious.
In fact, most soldiers wouldn't be overly curious. US Special Operations Forces often use unconventional equipment. Most soldiers will probably shrug, envy them or think "kewl, SOF", but they certainly won't go out of their way to check them as long as they're in uniform and ain't tinkering with explosives around their bases.
' Wrote:In fact, most soldiers wouldn't be overly curious. US Special Operations Forces often use unconventional equipment. Most soldiers will probably shrug, envy them or think "kewl, SOF", but they certainly won't go out of their way to check them as long as they're in uniform and ain't tinkering with explosives around their bases.
QFT.
I was in the US Military and we have a rule of thumb to never question nor challenge another person of the service regardless of what they were doing. As long as the other person was in uniform we just assumed that they were legit.
ESPECIALLY in a time of war. When trying to deduce what person B is upto might actually be considered treason and they'll shave off your beard.
I was in the US Military and we have a rule of thumb to never question nor challenge another person of the service regardless of what they were doing. As long as the other person was in uniform we just assumed that they were legit.
ESPECIALLY in a time of war. When trying to deduce what person B is upto might actually be considered treason and they'll shave off your beard.
*nods knowingly*
In case anyway is not quite sure, the above post contains sarcasm.
' Wrote:In case anyway is not quite sure, the above post contains sarcasm.
Please don't put words into my mouth Zelot. That was in no way sarcastic.
If you put on a military uniform you will never be challenged ever. Doubly so for vehicle or air operations. Triply so in periods or locations of high alert.
[06/03/2010 21:11:42] Maximilian (FooFighter): Your metagaming is ruining the way we want to play the Iseijin.
I see a paradox here.
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[16:22:54 | Edited 16:25:13] Dusty Lens: I. The Discovery Roleplayer has a pre-determined view on how events should unfold and how others must conduct themselves. If you do anything in violation of that view you are a lolwut or, possibly, a metagamer. If you destroy them you are a pvpwhore.
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