So, I'm well aware that 4chan has a bad reputation and even though I think of it as a wonderful creative resource, I still wince a bit when I have to explain to friends and other net-folk that I do some of my best work on /tg/. What I urge people to really understand is that 4chan is so much more than just /b/. There are other boards and other communities where wonderful, entertaining, fascinating things are happening all the time. Look at their /diy/ board and see what I mean.
With that said, though, my most creative and best times are spent on /tg/ - traditional games. Luckily, some of my best threads were archived and saved, and in a few cases they've been turned into lengthy pages on 1d4chan.
I've already introduced and glossed over a couple of my projects in the past few postings, but if you want to see where they started and how they were discussed or even just to see the current state they may be in, here is a giant pile of links of archived threads from /tg/ for you to check out.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 17, 2012
The Endless Wilds: Another Introduction
Yet another part in my never-ending quest to revive and pursue the completion of my various projects. Unlike InfiniCon, this idea mostly exists due to /tg/'s help. If you don't mind me saying, there is a lot of good to be gained from that particular board on that specific site. It's not always a wonderful resource, but when it is, I can't think of a better place to seek people to bounce ideas off of.
Now, in the case of this project, it started with another simple idea. Someone had posted a page from the webcomic Rusty and Co. wherein a character used their cellphone to check facebook while tracking a band of gnolls. A funny little one-off gag, but it got me thinking, like things usually do.
Now, in the case of this project, it started with another simple idea. Someone had posted a page from the webcomic Rusty and Co. wherein a character used their cellphone to check facebook while tracking a band of gnolls. A funny little one-off gag, but it got me thinking, like things usually do.
Apr 3, 2012
InfiniCon: An Introduction
Much to my surprise, a friend on /tg/ went and picked up a project I had started on a few months back. Seeing as I've sort of slacked on the updates already, this seems like just as good a reason as any to post.
First off, InfiniCon is an idea I had a couple years back. I never did anything with it because I wasn't sure what to do with it. I never wrote it down or anything, I just sort of had it floating around. It came to me after leaving an anime convention on a Sunday, wherein the real world sets in again and you come back down from that weird feeling of being surrounded by all that shit you know and love.. Then I thought, "what would it even be like if this never ended?" It was one of those wishful, escapist thoughts you get sometimes.
Later, I started thinking more about that idea. "What if there was a Convention that never ended?" At the time, this thought led to some strange stories about a film noir sort of detective, examining a crime scene at a hotel room, getting into shit with some local costumed thugs, and running for his life down the back halls and service tunnels of an enormous city-tower Hotel, clinging to a well-worn wooden sword for dear life.
First off, InfiniCon is an idea I had a couple years back. I never did anything with it because I wasn't sure what to do with it. I never wrote it down or anything, I just sort of had it floating around. It came to me after leaving an anime convention on a Sunday, wherein the real world sets in again and you come back down from that weird feeling of being surrounded by all that shit you know and love.. Then I thought, "what would it even be like if this never ended?" It was one of those wishful, escapist thoughts you get sometimes.
Later, I started thinking more about that idea. "What if there was a Convention that never ended?" At the time, this thought led to some strange stories about a film noir sort of detective, examining a crime scene at a hotel room, getting into shit with some local costumed thugs, and running for his life down the back halls and service tunnels of an enormous city-tower Hotel, clinging to a well-worn wooden sword for dear life.
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