The Dream Rules (Short and Not-So-Sweet Re-Write, IC-ish)

The scene is set, in a little lounge called "Past The Fourth Wall"... things work a bit differently here, naturally... notably that Avatars here tend to be a meta-representation of themselves - what they would be if they were aware of the greater universe. Krin, for some reason, really doesn't change any here from her appearances in chat.

She steps up on the stage, "Okay, folks... I'm going to do something special here, as an AIM message to me while my PG was away keyed on a little peeve that all admins of this site tend to have. Basically, not reading the rules."

Krin's tailtips flick, slightly, in annoyance, "I've commented to some of you that I feel our rules are too damn long. Thus, I've been inspired to cut them down... in the form of stand-up comedy. Add a little edge, if you will... what I'd like to say officially, but it wouldn't sound professional."

"Firstly, use your own damn ideas, folks!" she thrusts her index finger in the air, "I don't give a rat's patootie if you think Battlestar Galactica, Star Wars, Final Fantasy, Descent, or World of Warcraft is the hottest thing out there. That's copyrighted material, and it don't belong here! This goes for your characters, your weapons, your role-plays..."

She takes a looooong glance in a certain Player God's direction, who knows who they are, "Or whatever else you may have. Personally, I don't really care to see it even as a 'it looks kinda like this thing from a strategic ops game' type of thing when you're setting up a near future weapon. Getting contacted by an IP owner is an annoying as heck ordeal for us, and will result in things getting deleted."

She settles herself down, taking a drink of what looks to be cream soda...

"Secondly, Respect!" she smirks, "... Your fellow Player God. Corny, I know, but dammit... keep in mind the needs of others. We're all here to have fun, and if your modus operandi is showing people how badass you are by beating them up all the time, nobody's going to want to play with you. Sometimes, they'll even downright hate you, and bitch to me about the slightest infractions in the hopes of getting you thrown out on your behind! Just keep your nose clean, remember we're here to play with each other, not against, so stop the powergaming, and only pose actions for our own characters."

She cracks her knuckles, "This also means remembering that in a thread, there's a God Moderator whose word is law. For chat, everyone has reign over their own character, so... if they don't want to be in a fight, respect their wishes enough to grant them some way out. Don't presume to post the outcome of any sort of major action, either directly or indirectly... it's just rude."

Another sip of soda preceeds the next bit, proclaiming with three fingers extended... "Thirdly~" There's pause... for dramatic effect. "I like to keep this place clean, please do your part. This means no graphic sex talk, spamming outside of PITCH, porn, stolen art..." she rolls her eyes, "Just try keeping it appropriate for kids, okay? I know there's a bunch of drug use in the comics, but that's the comics, where Mr. Pitch has exceptional control of just what message is being sent. Morals involved with it and all that."

She looks at her fingers... counting to three again... "I think that wraps it up. Wondering where the other three directives are, perhaps? Well... think about what I said in my second point, it's all related to respect really. Heck, even the first point's more a sub-section of respect... guess maybe I could have titled this entire thing something like 'the value of respect'?"

She looks at her soda, contemplating this part... reflecting, even!

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Art by Denise