<cre> Trujillo: Hrm... I'd start it slower- it just feels far too prankish, as stands.
<cre> Armrha nods...
<cre> Trujillo: Like, start with a bit of nasty conversation, and build up to the full-fledged screaming fit.
<cre> Armrha: kind of like... Truj, could youtell me where that file was, BECAUSE YOU'RE A GOD DAMNED MOTHERFUCKER!'
<cre> Armrha: that was the jump. :)
<cre> Bitterman: I'll say something about finishing my mail.
<cre> Bitterman: since I announced I got mail.
<cre> Turk: lol finishing your mail?
<cre> Bitterman: you start it Turk, ask me about if I've finished my mail yet.
<cre> Armrha: i'll totally flip out too.
<cre> Bitterman: you two try to act legitimately concerned.
<cre> Turk: Tru. You have to get my back.
<cre> Armrha: yeah, exactly.
<cre> Turk: No. Arm You should back Bitterman in the arguement.
<cre> Armrha: We'll just see where the flow goes.

The RP started as any good scene should, we discussed our plans, and got a loose idea of what was going on before we went into it.

<gossip> Turk: Hey, bitter. You finish your mail yet?
<gossip> Bitterman: yeah, I finished reading my mail, YOU FILTHY COCK SUCKER!
<gossip> Trujillo arches his eyebrow.
<gossip> Turk: What the fuck is up your ass, jewboy?
<gossip> Zador: LOL.
<gossip> Trujillo: Now children... play nice.
<gossip> Bitterman: don't feed me that bullshit, you know what the fuck I'm talking about!
<gossip> Turk: Lick my fucking nuts, fuckstick!
<gossip> Bitterman: shut the fuck up, bitch!

<cre> Turk: Where are we takeing this again?
<cre> Bitterman: some place over there ->

<gossip> Turk: I'm tired of your fucking bullshit! All yiou ever EVER fucking do is bitch! Jesus, Your like Luthen!
<gossip> Trujillo sighs.
<gossip> Trujillo: Lovely...

<cre> Bitterman: it needs to get angry enough that I can shout the phrase about being an admin.
<cre> Turk: haha. I took a very low blow.

Here is a very important part. The key to any great RP. What we were doing over cre, was talking out the RP as it happened. Discussing what was working, what wasn't, giving ideas. The same can be done with the OOC command, or tells, while you RP. Talking an RP out as it goes helps the flow and quality of the RP tremendously, as it gives everyone an idea where to go, no one gets lost.. it's just plain a good idea.

<gossip> Bitterman: Luthen? LUTHEN?! MOTHER FUCKER, HOW DARE YOU FUCKING COMPARE ME TO LUTHEN!
<gossip> Bitterman: IF I WAS AN ADMIN, I'D FUCKING DEWIZ YOUR PUNK ASS!
<gossip> Turk: YOUR COULDN"T FUCKING HACK IT AS A FUCKING ADMIN! ISN"T BEING WIZZ PROOF ENOUGH?!
<gossip> Zador makes a waving motion with his hands, "Move along people, nothing to see here."

<cre> Turk: See. Tru. This is where you chim in about how Im' right and Bitter never really mad a good admin.
<cre> Trujillo: I'm trying- I'm also getting ganked in ICQ by my brother, another co-author, and a friend of mine, so I'm slow.
<cre> Trujillo: I was waiting for my chance to justify you fucking his girlfriend, before jumping to your side. :)
<cre> Armrha: I've got the 'me and bitterman have the real power' arugment waiting. ;)

More discussion of the RP, as it goes along.

<gossip> Turk: And fuck! While we're at it. Look at Armrha. There's a huge fuck up right there!
<gossip> Bitterman: MAN, FUCK YOU! JUST FUCK YOU! I'LL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!
<gossip> Turk: YOur not fucking shit, Bitterman! You need to go fuck off and get a real fucking life you poser!
<gossip> Sethron: ehh...
<gossip> Bitterman: I'll fucking show you what the fuck I'm made of, mother fucker! Let me find that gun key, I'll fucking show you.
<gossip> Turk: Shit! Since the truth is REALLY fucking comeing out! You know your girlfriend who broke up wiht you because she cheated on you!
<gossip> Sethron shifts uncomfortably, "Yeah... and.. that's the story, folks."
<gossip> Turk: Let me just say. She's the best i ever fucking had, you fucking cunt hair.
<gossip> Bitterman blinks.

<cre> Turk rolls on the floor laughing.
<cre> Turk: lol! The blink was perfect.

Here, another good RP ettiqute example. Turk complementing me on a good response, helps the flow of the RP, and just plain a good manners, like when people tell each other 'Nice shot' in Quake or Half Life.

<gossip> Bitterman: you mother fucker..
<gossip> Bitterman: you dirty.. mother fucker..
<gossip> Turk: No. I'm your girlfriend fucker!
<gossip> Bitterman blinks.
<gossip> Trujillo: Okay... wait...
<gossip> Trujillo: So Bitter, you're pissed because Calvin fucked your girlfriend?
<gossip> Turk: You wasn't fulling her needs1 She had to come to a real man to finish the fucking job!
<gossip> Sethron .......
<gossip> Turk: Oh i did'nt just fuck her. I screwed her damn brains out.
<gossip> Trujillo: Despite the fact that it took two to tango, and _Calvin_ isn't the one you were emotionally involved with.
<gossip> Bitterman: MAN, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU MOTHER FUCKER!
<gossip> Armrha: Fuck off Turk. God, you just can't leave bitter alone, can you?
<gossip> Sethron: I.. can't tell if this is one big joke.. or.. what...
<gossip> Zador: Quite a performance.
<gossip> Zador: IT is.
<gossip> Sethron: what is.. going on...

By now, we had many players questioning what was going on, and if it was a joke or real. Any RP, where you play your role well enough, can accomplish this feeling or reality or depth.

<cre> Turk: Tru. Jump Arm for jumping my back.

Turk suggests an action, this keeps the RP flowing, and keeps it from getting stale. When everyone cooperates in an RP and helps each other out like this, it flows so much more smoothly.

<gossip> Turk: Oh no. Here comes your boyfriend, Armrha to the rescue, Bitter.
<gossip> Sethron looks confused.. very confused...
<gossip> Rdx: :screams, D'oh!
<gossip> Trujillo: Arm, stay the fuck out of this, man.
<gossip> Bitterman: oh.. is that how it is to you people.
<gossip> Bitterman: I'm just one big fucking joke to you!
<gossip> Armrha: I swear to god, Trujillo, this is the last straw. We all know who holds the REAL power here.
<gossip> Trujillo: The fuck. I'm just trying to stop a bloodbath here, and you're fucking exacerbating this shit, Arm.
<gossip> Bitterman: WELL FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!
<gossip> Turk: Yeah it's like they all got a picture of your dick, bitter.
<gossip> Bitterman: SHUT UP!
<gossip> Trujillo: Arm, you can barely hold your dick when you piss. Don't even start that shit.
<gossip> Armrha: Ahh damnit don't bring up the picture Turk!
<gossip> Turk: Your doing a very good job of keeping yoru bitch in check, Trujillo.
<gossip> Sethron: GEEZU CHRISTO WHATEVER IT IS IT ISNT FUCKING FUNNY ANYMORE CANT YOU GUYS YELL OVER CRE?
<gossip> Armrha: Holy fucking shit! That's it. I should just fucking dewiz everyone but bitterman.
<gossip> Turk: Acouple more back hands and i'll take care of mine.
<gossip> Turk bitchslaps Bitterman.
<gossip> Bitterman: I'M NOT GONNA TAKE ANY MORE OF YOUR SHIT, CALVIN! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO CHRIST!
<gossip> Trujillo: Shit, Turk, it's not like it's hard.
<gossip> Armrha: It's our mud, we'll yell where we damn well please!
<gossip> Sethron -_-
<gossip> Sethron: Stupid ignorant men.
<gossip> Josh: Why do I get the feeling that the wizards are all laughing about this on the cre channel.

<cre> Turk laughs.

Yeah, we were.

<gossip> Rdx: What happen'd?
<gossip> Armrha: Turk slept with Bitter's girl and now he's being a bastard about it. :)
<gossip> Bitterman: FUCK YOU TOO JOSH! INSENSITIVE PRICK!
<gossip> Trujillo: Armrha, you fucking 'tard. All of this stupid shit, all because you can't keep your god damn mouth shut. Just add it to the list of shit you singlehandedly fucked up, chief.
<gossip> Sethron: ha.. ha.
<gossip> Sethron: its funny.
<gossip> Turk: Hey it's not my fault Bitter can't keep it up.
<gossip> Trujillo: Yes, because Turk's the root of all evil.
<gossip> Sethron: okay, you can stop now.
<gossip> Turk: And one good piece of ass.
<gossip> Sethron: geezus criminy.
<gossip> Armrha: Fucking shit Turk, you don't know when to quit!
<gossip> Trujillo: If she was fucking his friends, that probably says a lot about her fucking relationship with Bitt.
<gossip> Zador: Just... turn the gossip off..
<gossip> Trujillo: Happy girlfriends don't cheat.
<gossip> Trujillo: It's that fucking simple.
<gossip> Bitterman: I'LL FUCKING SHOVE MY COCK UP YOUR GODDAMN NOSE IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH, CALVIN!
<gossip> Turk: Oh, She showed your our video? Because we did some really fucking similar on your bed!
<gossip> Sethron: oh cramnittly... its not funny anymore, guys.. really, seriously.
<gossip> Trujillo: And yes, Arm, "simple." A word you should probably look the fuck up, and try to keep in mind, prick.
<gossip> Armrha: Lay off Trujillo. NOW.
<gossip> Sethron: geez, what an immature joke..
<gossip> Trujillo: Ooh... the all-caps NOW. i tremble.
<gossip> Bitterman: oh! oh! you think this was suppost to be funny, Sethron! that we're just here to fucking amuse you!
<gossip> Turk: You better watch out, Tru. Armrha is a big boy. He can talk in caps!
<gossip> Sethron .... "Yeap, that's pretty much it"
<gossip> Turk trembles.
<gossip> Rdx: I think its quiet serious, but you don't want us to see this, do you? Shouldn't you privately talk about this and solve it.
<gossip> Armrha: ALL I came here to do is just to code and to have fun with my fucking friends, and I'm CONSTANTLY getting wrapped up in god-damned power struggles and shit, all because YOU PEOPLE can't deal with administrating your GOD-DAMNED SELVES!
<gossip> Armrha: This whole place is so damned fucked up. LOOK AT IT!
<gossip> Trujillo: Oh, because WE can't fucking deal, Arm?
<gossip> Armrha: We have no working systems at all! We have nothing! It's a piece of shit mud, with piece of shit wizards!
<gossip> Trujillo: Who's the one who made it his private fucking mission to figure out new and exciting ways of destroying the mud, one system at a time?
<gossip> Markus: Amen to that, Trujillo.
<gossip> Armrha: What's our nicest area? Huh?
<gossip> Turk: It'l be alot fucking better when shit heads like you and bitter take the fucking hint and fuck off!
<gossip> Armrha: Not me. I was trying to make NEW things.
<gossip> Rdx: Arm, you know thats not true, you all rule at coding. You all know that.
<gossip> Trujillo: Last time I checked, _I_ wasn't the fucker constantly having to keep my god damned toys in check.
<gossip> Armrha: You know, instead of just remaking old shit.
<gossip> Markus: You know what? ALMOST ALL THE BEST WIZARDS ARE FUCKING GONE!
<gossip> Armrha: If people wouldn't be cloning them without asking bout them, we wouldn't HAVE THIS PROBLEM.
<gossip> Turk: oh no. Bitter is off probably crying himself to sleep. Poor little bitch.
<gossip> Sethron: bah.
<gossip> Markus: The people who made this game really, really good are long gone,
<gossip> Trujillo: Dude, I don't clone shit.
<gossip> Sethron: the best wizards are arguing on gossip just cuz they think its funny to confuse us mortals.
<gossip> Armrha: I'd be doing Squid a favor to just log onto the shell and delete the mudlib.
<gossip> Bitterman: man, just fuck you! fuck all of you! fuck you, goddamn judgemental, hypocritical, bastard son of a bitch, back stabbing, cheating, lying, cock smoking, ass fucking, mother fucking, homosexual rat fucks!
<gossip> Trujillo: I just get dragged around to clean up _your_ half-assed, unfinished messes.
<gossip> Trujillo: because god forbid you actually _finish_ something.
<gossip> Markus: 90% of the staff here can't even compare to the legacy of people like UglyJohn, really.
<gossip> Turk: Grow the fuck up and face the fact that im' a better fuck then you are!
<gossip> Rdx: Armrha, Tru, Bitter, Turk, they are all awesome coders. To my frame of mind.
<gossip> Trujillo: RDX, I don't remember telling you to talk. Shut the fuck up.\
<gossip> Sethron: Dunno him, but the staff here is just fine... they're just nuts.
<gossip> Armrha: I fucking taught you everything you know. Half of everything in the mud is built off examples of things I MADE.
<gossip> Trujillo: Yeah, I won't deny that you did.
<gossip> Trujillo: The sad thing is, I, with my limited fucking knowledge, actually get shit _on_ the mud.
<gossip> Markus: Mao? He's outta here now. So what are we left with? A few lazy druggies and slackers.

<cre> Armrha: I think people are starting to doubt it's a joke now. :)

<gossip> Trujillo: Instead of just breaking everything.
<gossip> Josh: Turk isn't a coder.
<gossip> Markus: Anyways, see you guys later. And if you ever need more staff, I know coding.
<announce> Markus has left Desolation.
<gossip> Josh: He's a bouncer.
<gossip> Bitterman: Turk isn't a fucking coder, he's a goddamn pussy!
<gossip> Sethron: Markus... this is my serious statement... zip it.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah... yeah... really funny. Letsee... a tiny area with no mobs... what else? Hrm...
<gossip> Turk: Pussy fucker!
<gossip> Trujillo: Shouldn't you be half-way changing one of the files vital to running the mud, then forgetting what you were doing and starting some new fucking project, Arm?
<gossip> Trujillo: The hangar.
<gossip> Trujillo: A shitload of RP items. Half the fucking custom titles on the mud.

We keep the players drawn into the RP, reacting to what they say, later times insulting them, or further interacting with them, adding depth and making them think the situation is real.

<cre> Turk: ok. I'm gettin my ass kicked in this arguement.
<cre> Turk: lol. All the players are starting to go against me.
<cre> Bitterman: talk about how you're going to come to my house.

Turk points out that our side of the RP is growing stale, so we work on ways of keeping it going.

<gossip> Armrha: Revolutionary. I've had saving containers forfucking years.
<gossip> Sethron smacks all of you upside the head, "When are you going to be done?"
<gossip> Armrha: Hey, I made a script that makes rp items _for_ you.
<gossip> Trujillo: Replacing everything that gets destroyed by one of your little fuckups.
<gossip> Bitterman: FUCK YOU SEHTRON! FUCKING HARLOT!

<cre> Turk: What are you yelling about now, Tru?
<cre> Armrha: Me. :)
<cre> Trujillo: Yeah, I'm ranting at Arm. :)
<cre> Turk: Bitter. They are out doing us.
<cre> Bitterman: talk about how you're gonna come to my house, turk.

Turk gets lost momentarily, so we take a moment to regroup, and again discuss how to keep the plot moving, keeping the RP good.

<gossip> Armrha: Not to mention fixing the inventories of tons of people you decide to kill and dest the corpses.
<gossip> Sethron smacks you.
<gossip> Trujillo: Regularly replacing entire player inventories, 'cuz somebody can't fucking remember to NOT destroy all the fucking bodies on the mud.
<gossip> Trujillo: So here's an idea, Arm. How about YOU shut the fuck up for once, and maybe focus on a single project. Something you can actually finish. Like... a pair of shoes.
<gossip> Turk: Bitter. You at home or at the college?
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah... maybe I'd have time to complete a project, if I wasn't busy with school and all... but oh... Someone doesn't have a steady job, or life, that detracts from his coding...
<gossip> Bitterman: you know where the fuck I'm at, mother fucker.
<gossip> Turk: Good, bitch! I"m going to come to fuck over and kill your fucking dog, cocksucker!
<gossip> Bitterman: yeah, I hope you come over! I'LL BE FUCKING WAITING WITH MY SHOTGUN! NIGGER!

<cre> Bitterman: now me and Turk "log off"

<gossip> Sethron sighs.
<gossip> Zador: Ouuuch.
<gossip> Trujillo: At least I can keep a girlfriend, bitch!
<gossip> Sethron frowns.
<gossip> Sethron: ugh. bleh.
<gossip> Armrha: Weren't to protective of the last one... How many miles away were you?
<gossip> Trujillo: Okay... fuck you.
<gossip> Trujillo: Fuck you in the ASS, Arm, you son of a bitch.
<gossip> Trujillo: She fucking DIED.
<gossip> Sethron hits the off button RIGHT now.
<gossip> Trujillo: Not "ended up fucking some other guy in another town." DIED.
<gossip> Zador: Uncanny profanity! With a twist!
<gossip> Sethron: sorry, game or not, this isn't entertaining.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah... but where you there to see her in her last days?

<cre> Trujillo: Heh... using reality to suck'em in deeper. :)
<cre> Turk: lol. Don't get too into it though.

<gossip> Turk: The only fucking NIgger is Your daddy! YOU FUCKING OREO!
<gossip> Bitterman: YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MY DAD! HE'S BLACK, AND HE'S PROUD, AND HE'LL KICK YOUR ASS TOO!
<gossip> Armrha: No. It's not like it was fucking impossible to get down there... But nah, you didn't need to see your fiancee...
<gossip> Turk: FUck this shit! I'm tired of your fucking shit!!!
<gossip> Trujillo: I had no fucking way of geeting there, you fucking shithead.
<gossip> Trujillo: It's not like it was 2 towns away. It was 3000 fucking miles.
<announce> Turk has left Desolation.
Turk fades from view.
<gossip> Bitterman: I'm gonna kill that mother fucker..
<announce> Bitterman has left Desolation.
Bitterman fades from view.

Both Turk and I fake a log off, and go invis, which adds to the scene, as we sit by observing what's going on.

<gossip> Zador: Bitterman is black?
<gossip> Zador: That's cool.
<gossip> Zador: Black people are cool.
<gossip> Josh: Bitterman isn't black.
<gossip> Zador: Hmm..
<gossip> Zador: Oh.

<cre> Bitterman: someone counterdict him.
<cre> Bitterman: tell them I'm half black.
<cre> Turk: Everyone make sure they believe Bitter is half black.

<gossip> Armrha: He's not black, he's half black, alright?

Some comic relief to keep the normal MUD feel in check. I couldn't resist really.

<gossip> Trujillo: And yet, she _still_ wasn't fucking anyone else when she went out to her mom's.
<gossip> Trujillo: Shit, you can't even keep your girlfriend on a leash when she's in the same tiny fucking state.
<gossip> Armrha: Maybe we should talk about why you got with Flora in the first place then... Fucking sicko.
<gossip> Trujillo: You didn't even fucking say that.
<gossip> Trujillo: Not even a sick little troll like you would say that shit, gimp.
<gossip> Trujillo: i _know_ you didn't say that.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah? Maybe you should bring it up to yourself more often. It would fit. Maybe you really need to do some reevalution on what you want from relationships...
<gossip> Sethron sighs, "Nope, its not over. Shutting it off again"
<gossip> Armrha: Especially before you hook up with this new chick...right?
<gossip> Trujillo: I really fail to see where you've got any right saying a god damn thing about that, Arm.
<gossip> Armrha: Someone needs too.
<gossip> Armrha: Line off. You're on ignore Truj.
<gossip> Armrha: And don't fucking insult my work again.
<gossip> Trujillo: Someone needs to keep their god damn cockhole shut, is what someone needs to do.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah yeah, you're reaaal dangerous.
<gossip> Trujillo: You fucking half-assed hack patcher.
<gossip> Sethron checks again, "Oh.. fuckk.. c'mon, guys, this is the only channel I can talk to people on cuz nothin's happenin'.. can'tcha'll just drop it now?"
<gossip> Sethron looks disgusted.
<gossip> Sethron: yer kiddin' right?
<gossip> Armrha: new title!

[Desolation] 17 lost souls in the Wastelands. - Thu Feb 28 18:44:07 2002
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[CIV] Armrha's girlfriends don't die alone.
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Armrha changes his title, and then announces it. Doing this was really cool, as it just drew people in even more. This would be the equavelent of using the "pose" command often durring an RP. It also provided for a good plot twist.

<gossip> Trujillo ...
<gossip> Sethron: guys...
<gossip> Trujillo: Okay. Good night, Arm.

At this point, Tru dests Armrha, which adds a heightened sence of reality to what's going on.

<cre> Bitterman: Tru needs to really explode now.
<cre> Bitterman: like, World War 8 type shit.
<cre> Turk: great touch guys.

<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<gossip> Trujillo: Back again, cunt?
<gossip> Sethron: Seriously.. its getting out of hand... yeah...
<gossip> Armrha: All right. Desting. Great. You want to play that game?
<gossip> Sethron sighs.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<gossip> Sethron: Tru. Armrha. I know its Hella funny for the both of you, but geez...
<gossip> Trujillo: Motherfucker.
<gossip> Trujillo: Back off, Seth.
<gossip> Sethron shakes her head.
<gossip> Armrha: This got personal when he commented on my girlfriend.
<gossip> Trujillo: Back off, or I swear to fucking god, I'll mute you.
<gossip> Sethron sighs.
<gossip> Sethron: yes sir. Really, Sir.

<cre> Bitterman gives a high-five to Trujillo.
<cre> Trujillo: That's gonna take some apologizing later.
<cre> Armrha: heh.

<gossip> Podrez: Anyway, boys, girls...Stop..Please?
<gossip> Trujillo: Dude, I mentioned your girlfriend once, offhand, 'cuz you wouldn't fucking listen to any sort of reasonable comment. As always.
<announce> Trujillo enters Desolation.
<gossip> Armrha: Keep it up. See what happens.
<announce> Trujillo enters Desolation.
<gossip> Zador: Will you guys quit fucking fighting all ready? You could do something productive with this negetive energy.. like making me some pancakes..
<gossip> Devil: You're very, very dumb, Zador. :P.
<gossip> Trujillo: Like that?
<gossip> Trujillo: have another.
<gossip> Armrha: hey.
<gossip> Armrha: cut that fucking shit out!
<gossip> Trujillo: Change the fucking title.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<gossip> Armrha: grrrr....
<gossip> Trujillo: Change the fucking title, whore.
<gossip> Armrha: Stop fucking desting me, or you know what the hell I'll do.
<gossip> Sethron shakes her head...
<gossip> Trujillo: Whine about Ashley some more?
<gossip> Armrha: No fucking names! You want me to name some names?!
<gossip> Trujillo: Maybe think about how many dicks she's probably sucking right now?
<gossip> Sethron gags.
<gossip> Trujillo: Enjoying her new life as a Frat Boy Toy?
<gossip> Sethron: SHUT UP. =)
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Trujillo enters Desolation.
<gossip> Sethron: yer very very cool now...
<gossip> Armrha: that's it.
<gossip> Trujillo: Oh, so you can have a title like that, and it's all fair.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<gossip> Trujillo: But the minute I mention Little Anal Ashley, it's "on"?
<gossip> Trujillo: Fuck you, you pathetic little bitch.
<gossip> Sethron shakes her head.
<gossip> Sethron screams "shut up PLEASE!"!

<cre> Armrha: here, I'll dest tru, and then come on as another character saying you can't log in as tru. ;)
<cre> Trujillo: Gotcha. :)

Armrha suggests an action for the RP. This would be like if you were in a fight, and said OOCly "I'm going to punch you, and you dodge." Keeps the flow going.

<gossip> Armrha: Bye Tru.
<announce> Trey enters Desolation.
<gossip> Sethron: -_-
<gossip> Sethron: grreeeaaaatt..
<gossip> Trey: Oh, real cute, motherfucker.
<gossip> Armrha: What? You want a siteban too?
<gossip> Armrha: I told you to shut the hell up.
<gossip> Trey: Yeah, seeing as your last one was so effective.
<gossip> Sethron: fuckin' hell, what the fuck..
<gossip> Trey: And I told you to get some perspective, troll.
<gossip> Rdx: May I say anything, yet? Please?
<gossip> Trey: Shut the fuck up, RDX.
<gossip> Sethron: Oh shut the fuck up all of ya, why duncha?
<gossip> Armrha: all right, fuck, jesus... title gone, trujillo unlocked. I'm idle.
<gossip> Sethron erases that 4th word.
<announce> Trey has left Desolation.
<announce> Trujillo enters Desolation.

<gossip> Devil: Someone needs to kill Martin Short, and burn down the studio of Primetime Glick... every time I see that
stupid little fucker in his fat-suit, trying (and failing) to be funny, I want to throw a brick through my TV screen...
<gossip> Armrha: that's what you said last week devil.

Again, more normal MUD comic relief.

<cre> Turk: hmm..what now.
<cre> Turk: You need to come back online Bitter goign..fuck..i think he's outside.

The Armrha vs. Trujillo plot having wound down, I "log back in"

Bitterman fades into view.
<announce> Bitterman enters Desolation.
<gossip> Bitterman: dumb mother fucker hasn't even shown up here yet..
<gossip> Bitterman: weak ass fuckin' pussy.. knew he didn't have the balls to come confront me.
<gossip> Devil: I got five bucks that says Turk goes to jail, and Bitter hits the morgue. Anyone want in on that?
<gossip> Bitterman: I'm gonna fuckin' kill that mother fucker.. I swear to christ..
<gossip> Bitterman blinks.
<gossip> Armrha: Bitter's got the shotgun. I'm betting on him.
<gossip> Sethron: ehr....
<gossip> Bitterman nods at Armrha.
<gossip> Hunter: go bitter?
<gossip> Bitterman nods at Hunter.
<gossip> Bitterman: good answer.
<gossip> Hunter nods.
<gossip> Hunter: hell, i like you better then turk anyway.
<gossip> Trujillo: Turk's got the actual guts to do it, though... so I'm betting BVitter ends up a stickpuppet on the barrel of his shotgun.
<gossip> Bitterman: man, fuck you Tru.. just fuck you.
<gossip> Sethron: I'm not making bets, but its a stupid idea anyway.

<cre> Devil: Everyone keeps asking me "Are the wizzes fighting?" and I keep telling them extremely, and it's even worse on the cre channel.
<cre> Armrha nods.
<cre> Bitterman gives a high-five to Devil.
<cre> Armrha: I've told them that too. heh.

Devil and Armrha keep the realism going, not breaking character.

<gossip> Trujillo: I think you have me confused with your girlfriend and Calvin, Bitt.
<gossip> Devil kicks his "cre" channel until it comes apart in a shower of sparks.
<gossip> Devil: Fucking-A....
<gossip> Bitterman: don't start it with me mother fucker, I'll fucking track you down and pop your bitch ass too.
<gossip> Trujillo: Bitt, you'd be dead before you even had time to apologize for laying one greasy hand on my front door.
<gossip> Sethron frown, "I'd stick up for Tru, but chances are that he won't need sticking up for."
<gossip> Trujillo: I'd wear your fucking corpse like a hat, boy.
<gossip> Bitterman: man, what the fuck I do to you anyway? what the fuck crawled up your ass and had a family?
<gossip> Bitterman: fuck.. somebody's at the door.. I'll brb.
<gossip> Trujillo: Maybe I'm just tired of you crying about your inability to keep the attention of any single piece of tail for longer than 15 seconds past the point another male walks into the room?

<cre> Turk: lol. now the fun begins.
<cre> Bitterman: and now I idle.

Bitterman leaves to answer the door. This is where the greatest element of RP kicks in, the player's imagination. Being gone, and idle, no one had any idea what was really happening, they just knew there was hostily between Bitter and Turk, Turk was going to Bitter's house, and Bitter just left to answer the door. Their minds set to work.
This could be done in any RP, two players leaving to another room, leaving the group behind. In another RP, it could be done better, using the "shout" or "areaecho" commands to relay bits of what was going on to the people in the same area.

<gossip> Devil kicks his "gossip" channel until it comes apart in a shower of sparks and pieces of wiring.
<gossip> Armrha: Bitt?
<gossip> Trujillo: He's probably impersonating his girlfriend right now, Arm.
<gossip> Trujillo: Except, unlike her, he's on his knees to beg for his life.
<gossip> Armrha: Dude this could be bad...
<gossip>