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>(from what I remember, it was a character in one of his quests that was talking about raping a little girl for kicks, which is a big no-no).
Nope. This is not the case. In point of fact, I was banned because in the background of one scene, a character implied that they were going to craft a sex toy.
That's right. With so much to choose from, faceless mook murder by uncountable batches, implied attempts by storybook enemies to force the MC into cannibalism, mutual cross-species xenophilic monster romantic affection, wide eyed hallucinatory insanity and vivisection in graphic detail.... it was the masturbation joke that got someone sitting up and going 'NO. THIS IS TOO FAR. YOU MONSTER.'
>Even though his ban has been lifted a while back, he hasn't been seen since.
You kidding? I've been all over the usual haunts there. I haven't posted as much, because I haven't got the drive going for writing anything that's running there, and the site lags like a bitch to the point where roughly ten hours of every day it's nearly impossible to post at all.
>Even so, he does seem to like giving situations where the best choice is to delay the consequences for later because you did something three threads ago 'wrong' and no, you can't go and fix it because I say so and if you try I'll Bad End you. Even if he never outright said it.
Actually, I can't think of more than one quest where the MC has met any kind of bad end at all, yet, and that was the one set in a time loop where your horrific demise doesn't actually stop the story from progressing.
>For example, in one of the quests, the MC tried to enforce their will onto the equivilant of a Soul Jar. Not only did it not work, Kahi turned it into his GMPC/Deus Ex Machinia, which he would have do stuff if things were going too well for the MC or would come across as a sudden Bad End Out Of Nowhere ('Oh, you died? Well remember that thing you did three threads ago? Yeah, that never stopped being a thing. Therefore, you fucked up.' This was implied but never uttered out of his mouth) if nothing was done about it.
Oh, hey, so that is the one you're talking about.
So, tell me, what 'stuff' did it actually do? Basically... point and laugh whenever you did something retarded, and believe me there was a lot of retard juice sloshing around, and then later help prevent the birth of an abomination against existence that would immediately destroy all things everywhere retroactively forever? Sure did a whole lot of maliciously bad-ending you with that, huh?
Maybe how it rescued a captive from a situation you put them in where they were definitely going to die once the monster crawled out of the pit again, and helpfully pointed out that the monster you threw in the pit was eventually going to crawl back out again?
All I'm saying is that if you're going to make so many messes that it's impossible for you to feasibly clean them up on your own, you don't get to complain when I invent a maid to mop up some of the spilled puddles of ridiculous bullshit in the background. But since it's clearly 'bitch about things and stories entirely unrelated to this site or the thread topic' day:
>The reaction Kahi had for those against it was basicly 'welp, you just made things harder for yourselves, good job', even though those words were never spoken.
No, I'm pretty sure those words were spoken.
Just mostly in the sense of 'Well, okay, so you charge headfirst into the monster's lair without wondering for even a second about why things look strange, I see'.
Or 'You want to make armor out of what's basically pure and physical evil that is documented to go well out of its way to hurt things, and then stick it on someone's chest. You're sure about this?' Turns out that wasn't such a stroke of fucking genius, who could have guessed that.
How about 'You want to try to ambush the hair-trigger time-stopping person on the edge of a nervous breakdown with what might as well be infinite guns by this point, instead of trying some sort of non-threatening contact, like putting a note in her school locker? Because she totally fucking goes to school'. For that one, I actually ended up fudging things for a 'random' stroke of fortune that probably should have been something close to one in a billion odds to prevent you from dying right there, just because I kept feeling like I was kicking a retarded idiot puppy when I tried to write what the actual and obvious results should have been.
Yeah, you don't get to complain about things getting harder when you seem to be going well out of your way to pick the batshit retarded votes that almost have to be specifically designed for the sole purpose of making things harder on yourself. Cry more.
When it comes down to it, of course, I don't really mind people complaining about things I do. I'm an asshole that will happily put you into difficult situations, I won't go out of my way to point out things that should be obvious to people that read more than one word every three sentences, or stop you from making frankly ridiculously insane votes unless they go completely contrary to the protagonist's character.
I'll even fuck with people, since you can't be sure if what someone thinks or knows in a story post is true, or just what they believe is true, or if someone the MC talks to is entirely trustworthy. And the things I say outside of story posts might be true, misleading, or straight out bald-faced lies. Example: "John of City Quest has Succubus ancestry from way back on his mother's side, and that's why some rare results are coming up so that he's easily tempted and more recently is losing his grip a bit and is coming to terms with the new evil voice in his head." Have fun figuring out if that's the whole truth or total bullshit.
In any case, I don't really care if people feel like bitching about things I've done, because there's seriously a lot for you to shit your pants in fury over. But stick to pissing yourself in incontinent rage over things I've actually done, and don't try to pretend that you expected things to turn out sunshine and daisies when you were metaphorically voting to stick your collective testicles into a nutcracker with some of your inane judgement calls.
Either way: there's a better thread for this bullshit.
Throw your bitch fits there, it's what it's for. Or make yourself an entirely new thread to whine in, so that it's not completely removed from the actual topic. I don't really give a shit, my spleen has just been vented for the time being.