Hunter for Hire

She trotted near the man on the hill, stopping close enough that he would hear her, but far enough that he couldn’t grab her suddenly.

“H-hunter… d-don’t ssshoot…” She spoke clearly, though her words trembled with the fear that filled her body, very aware of what the man could and would do to her if he caught her.

The man turned, and it seemed as though his hand inadvertently reached for his bow, though perhaps it was just her nervousness that made it seem so. The surprised lift of his brow, however, was not her imagination.

“Yes?” he said in a rich baritone voice, the sound of which sent shivers down her spine. Still, she would do this. She straightened.

“I’ve a bargain to strike with you, Hunter.”

“Oh? And what is that, prey?”

“I wish you to kill my owner.”

The man stared at her in shock, the widening of his eyes pronounced in the darkness of his face. Then suddenly, he threw his head back, ripples of laughter rumbling free.

She stood, hands on her hips, glaring at the man. Really, this was no laughing matter. Finally, he seemed empty of laughter and looked down at her with curiosity shining from his eyes.

“And why do you wish your owner dead, girl?”

She sneered. “Isn’t it enough that the man dared to lay claim to me?” Anger welled in her, threatening to choke her. She breathed in… and out… trying to calm herself. Such haughty behavior would not get her what she wished.

She spoke once more. “I don’t know the man. He registered me, and I’ve not seen him since. If I am forced into being owned, I prefer someone who would at least care to feed me.”

That part was true at least. Food was sometimes hard to come by in the fields. Although… she would gladly go hungry rather than be owned by some man.

The nearby Hunter stroked his short beard as he regarded her with great amusement. “And what do I get in return for this act?”

She sucked in a breath, hand dropping to her belly to stroke over the rounded curve, stating simply, “My womb.”

The man stared at her, and she continued. “I will come to you, willingly, when I am next fertile.”

He smiled, as though that idea had some merit to him. He shifted, and the movement caused her to draw back slightly in alarm. His next words did nothing to soothe her.

“What if I kill him and register you for myself?”

She drew herself to her full height, which — granted — wasn’t much, and tossed her head haughtily before narrowing her eyes at the man.

“I would make your life a living hell, and make sure that anyone but you gave me a child.”

He believed her, but her threat didn’t scare him. He was a good hunter. Still, she intrigued him, and he knew the product of their union would be a fine child.

“You have a deal. I will kill him.”

The Story of V

She heard her Branded sister fall, and then another Branded did the same. Running, gasping for air, she found them and stood over them protectively, worried that a Hunter might come and drag them off while they were so helpless.

Finally, they recovered, and they both sprinted off. She climbed to the top of a hill to watch what they were doing, hand lifting to cover a gasp as she realized there was a third Branded running… and shooting at the first two.

It was she who had downed the Branded, her own sisters!

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Matari the Traveler

The heavy corded muscles in his arms rippled as he rowed his small boat across the surface of Lake Tunis. Once he reached the eastern shore, he climbed out and stood regarding the low-laying stone structures of the city. There were people everywhere he looked. A steady stream of men and women passed each other in the streets, while here and there, citizens stood chatting.

This “city” was very different from his homeland. There, dark skinned men and women camped at night and roamed across the landscape during the day. The men hunted with spears, while the children ran around laughing and playing, often pointing at the small herds of hopping mammals. But gradually, the numbers of human dwindled until it was rare for him to see another living soul as he kept himself alive.

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Roleplay 101: Godmodding

What is it?

The best way to explain godmodding is to offer a few analogies.

1.) Let’s say that you and a friend are playing Barbies. Your Barbie has blonde hair, and so does hers, but all of a sudden, she screeches, “Your Barbie has purple hair!” You don’t want your Barbie to have purple hair, but your playmate has decided this to be true.

2.) In this one, let’s use those little plastic Army guys as an example. You and a friend are battling in out on the fields, his lil dudes against yours. You’re winning, when he informs you that he just dropped a bomb and wiped out half of your guys. In addition, he says he threw a grenade into the command tent, and the general lost both arms and a leg. That’s pretty unfair, isn’t it? All of a sudden, you’re losing, through no fault of your own.

3.) Lastly, let’s say you are reading one of the Harry Potter books. The chapter is flowing nicely, when you read “Harry shouted ‘I fling this snake at you, it bites you, and you die.'” Well, what right does Harry have to decide that his opponent was bitten and died? Perhaps Harry’s challenger saw the snake coming and ducked out of the way. Maybe he even caught the snake in mid-aid and threw it back at Harry.

Defined

What these analogies all have in common is that someone was playing God. Now, that is fine when you are playing alone or writing a story, but when playing with others, you only get to decide what happens to your own character.

When you decide what happens to another character (avie/person) in the roleplay, you are godmodding.

What’s wrong with it?

If someone writes that your hair is purple, you might be upset that you are no longer the lovely blonde you once were. If someone writes that a bomb killed half of your Army and your general no longer has arms or a leg, you might be frustrated over the unfairness of that. If someone writes that they threw a snake at you, it bite you, and you died, your game, your fun, is over.

Godmodding takes away the other person’s participation in the roleplay. Why does that person need to be present if you are going to write his/her actions as well as your own? Godmodding forces action upon your roleplay partner.

So how can I avoid it?

Let’s use some examples of godmodding and then correct them to show how godmodding can easily be avoided.

Wrong: He pushes his fingers into her, noting that she’s wet. 

Better: He pushes his fingers into her to see if she’s wet. 

Best: She moans as his fingers slide over her damp pussy lips. 

He pushes his fingers into her wet cunt. 

The last one is best because the partner has decided that her character is wet, so the other person can use that information in his post.

Wrong:

Him: “I can tell that you want me because your nipples are hard.”

Her: “What are you talking about, weirdo? My nipples aren’t hard.”

Better:

Her: She moans deeply, nipples swelling into hard nubs. 

Him: “I can tell that you want me because your nipples are hard.” 

Her: She blushes, hands lifting to cover her breasts.

To see more examples of godmodding, visit the “Epic Examples of Godmodding” thread on the Agapeo forums.

The Wagging Tongue

She lovingly ran her hand over the surface of the desk the Hag had sent to her, then took a seat. Dipping the quill into the inkpot, she then set the tip moving over a piece of parchment.

“There was a brawl in the tavern a few nights ago, which resulted in a lot of broken tables and injured men. Apparently, a very beautiful girl walked past the open doorway, and multiple Hunters vowed to capture and breed her. The name of the girl was Anita Cok.

The Sheriff relayed some interesting news. It seems the Hunter Baiter had a bit of a scuffle with the newest Bull.  Hobbz said that he was told that Baiter taunted the bull Hiro with some silly joke. Later, when the Sheriff was in the village sitting on a bench, Hiro started shooting at Baiter, who then ran after the Bull and shot at him. Baiter was soon killed out in Monet Pond.

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Artifacts

Artifacts

As hard as she tried to avoid it, the door shut with a loud sound. And turning, she found the King’s eyes on her as he sat at his desk, wearing a weary expression that said, to her mind anyway, “What do you want NOW?”

Still, she hurried towards him and settled at his feet, keeping her head bowed. He was the only man in Agapeo who had earned — at kept — her respect. Who wouldn’t admire such vast intellect?

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Cock and Bull Story

[Sorry for the bad pun with the title! This story is based on roleplay].

She fled over the fields in a near panic. The bald-headed Hunter was after her, his arrows too swift to escape. With a stumble and a cry of pain, she fell to the ground.

When she awoke, it was to the words. “Now,” paused the speaker in a dramatic fashion. “Breed her.” She was wrapped in tight ropes, and her struggles to escape just seemed to tighten the bindings.

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