Thread for The Cantina Instrumentality Project Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete  The Cantina Instrumentality Project FALCON X-0N 2:35pm, August 21, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] Howdy, folks. Been doin' a lot of thinking, lately. About the world, about the chat. And somethin' really hit me. In December, I'll be coming here for nine years. There's a few, like Mel and Scottso, who're coming up on a decade. That's a hell of a lot of storyline. Some of us are even still using the same characters! But the depressing part is that none of this stuff is, well, preserved. I mean, sure, there's the logs- -a few of us have taken to archiving them, but there's a huge gap in the middle of them, and they only go back to the CFC's beginning- -nothing about the Wildman Cantina, or the Vs, or the Virtual...or even Starnet. In short, it's time we wrote the Encylopedia Cantinica. The Collected timeline of the Cantina. Everything we've ever done- -all our storylines and plots, all the trials and tribulations. We've been doing this a long time, c'mon, it deserves to be remembered! We already have a wonderful start with the Wiki! We can even use this this to publish this monster of a thing into a book. C'mon, don't you want to have a book of the Cantina, sitting on your shelf, reminding you that one time, one day, you were there? You came, you saw, you kicked ass. Like a photo-album, but with more pictures. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about putting the logs on a page or few and going "yay obnoxiously long book!", I mean really summarizing and episodificying the history of the Cantina. Doesn't even need to be in story form- -just what happpened. What is was about. What characters it was involved with. And I want this to go all the way back. To the history of our little internet home. Because like it or not, a bunch of us geeks made a little fun chatroom that ended up being a rich and nuanced fictional universe in and of itself, by combining like, a skillion different bits and pieces. There'll never be a place like this again. It deserves to be remembered. I don't want anything left out- -even the RPs we're kind of embarassed about *cough Altrovon cough*. So, starting in this thread, start posting. If anyone has any writings or archives, back them up somewhere, or post 'em here.  I'll start FALCON X-0N 3:13pm, August 21, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] Okay, I'll show you guys what I have in mind. This is just the beginning, kind of a 'year one' post. I'll get into the more important and exciting stuff- -the plotlines I made- -later, in another post. This is just the who I am and how I came to be part. At first, there was no IC. Just...insanity. Just from the beginning, the most basic of things involving my original character, Zon. Yeah, he wasn't always zon. First he was FALCON X-0N, which was my handle in a game called Terminal Velocity. Don't ask where it came from beyond that- -it was a fighter sim, a space-fighter thing. Found out years later when I tried to get it to run on windows 2000 that the storyline (which I couldn't remember) involved space colonies rebelling and using new types of war machines to wage war on Earth. Gee, and years later I get into Gundam, go figure. Anyways, Zon was a Captain in Starfleet, of the Explorer, which was a fancy and oddly designed ship that I made up when I was in the fifth grade. Oh yeah, did I mention that I was twelve at this time, and it was december '97? So Zon's the Captain when I stumbled into the vs. The first character I used, of course, was named "Swardfighter." He was a guy who used a sword and evidently couldn't spell. Again, I was twelve. Interestingly enough, this character showed up again, years later, under the name of "Conlan Yered." I didn't even realize I'd done it at the time, until I really thought about it. Anyways, Swardfighter lasted for about three minutes. "My sword can block your lightsaber" "No it can't u noob" "...FUck*DEAD*" Actually, I think they went and said "newbie" entirely back then. Next I brought in Zon, and the rest is history. Er, oh right, this thread is for TELLING that history. Everybody catching on now? SO he was a Captain. Since nobody told me what the setting was for the Star Wars/Star Trek battle, and there was some big thing I remember about the Dominion and the Shadow's aligning, I had to just fucking make up my own thing. I came up with the idea of some intergalactic wormhole- -it wasn't for years that I found out there was even a 'neutral galaxy' that the Vs was supposed to take place in! It didn't really matter, back then, to be honest. There was just the Trekkie people fighting the Warsie people, and that's what it was-the where didn't matter so much. So either way, my character was vaugely assigned to wherever this was going on, as the Captain of the Explorer Now, I'd been 'playing' Star Trek vs Star Wars in the waning years of, well, being a kid, and playing with toys. Yes, I know, some of you still play with action figures (CRU) but I stopped right about the time I started to get involved in the Vs. But beforehand, I was a Star Wars/Star Trek master, so I went in with pretty preconcieved notions of the battle and how it should go. Boy, was I surprised when I found out that like all good nerds, we had to have made-up facts to back up our opinions! So my new quest was to obtain and analyze Star Trek energy outputs vs Star Wars energy outputs. Back in those days, there were no Star Wars cutaway books, giving multi-gigaton blasts per stray shot from a turbolaser. I still hold that's bullshit- -how many turbolaser blasts have we seen go astray in an orbital battle, but yet Coruscant doesn't have chunks of it's moon missing, and fuckin' R2 took one to the noggin, but that's neither here nor there. Back in those days, Trek had everything and Star Wars had one asteroid, and I was all about that. Back then, Trek WON. I'm not going to lie. I was like, 12, 13. I won by just badgering people with quotes from tech books while RPing the fight at the same time. Essentially, whenever you guys see me and Scott really go at it, with the technobabble wars- -and I don't mean the (increasingly more common) fights where Scott has something planned to kick my ass and I walk right into it like an idiot because I wasn't around to see what the fuck he was building, but I mean the real hard core battles. Like when we blew up a star to piss off Cru. That's the kind of stuff that would happen every single night. Looking back, I don't know how the fuck I had the energy or patience for it. But I'd collect tech books on Star Wars, Star Trek, anything I could get my hands on. This collection only improved as I went from chat to chat and uncovered more things I remember certain people. Scottso was known as ArcWhiteDragon back then. Falcon24, my "nemesis" and friend, and Luna, the girl we fought over. Yes, I was 13 and had an online girlfriend. I wont lie. It was mostly an IC thing, though. I remember a bunch of people that followed us to the Vs: Ben(?)Maxwell. Sisko, Tokath, and all of them. Westmoreland. Of course, Kingdom and Phenix, but I'll get to them later...a lot later. Shi, Jaffe, RJ, and bunches of other names I can't remember. I remember meeting 8472 in some star trek Java chatroom under a different name, and recruting her to the Cantina. I can remember something about someone named Starburst. I remember squaring off against Flagge at one point, and having no idea what was going on. But we all did a lot of stupid things back then. My favorite was the "Kill the bartender" gags. It was customary, at the time, to off the bartender in your entrance post. Being a caffine freak at the time, my own, and apparently wholey befitting a fucking starfleet Captain, was to vaporize the bartender for giving me a pepsi, and not a coke. I'm sorry, did I say Captain? I meant Admiral. See, everybody and their mother was an Admiral back then. You brought in a character that was just a Captain, you had the authority and life expectancy of ensign Ricky. So wham, I immediately had Zon bumped up to second-admiral. Just because the guy that was harassing me was a first-pip admiral. Heh. Also, from the very, VERY first night, I was impostered. With no real registration to speak of- -the only thing being the little obnoxious yellow beseen star that went to a profile- -being "imped" was more than common, it was a fucking plague. I debated long and hard on how to figure out if I should take my first interweb plunge and get my name registered. But first, I had a nifty idea. FALCON_X-0N_, at first, was FALCON_X-ON_. But with the O becoming a 0, too many idiots would imposter me incorrectly. And they'd look like idiots. Later, I regged pretty much every variation on that handle I could think of. Though I don't think it was called 'regging' but something else...oh well. Around this time, I began to pull Zon's real name out of my hat. The whole storyline and technology of Zon began to form in my mind. For the first time, I began to write a story. I began to actually act "in-character," as was the style beginning at the time. That's when the fun began. But first, I was still dicking around. For instance, I remember sitting around, late at night, waiting for someone to say a word I'd recognize. Then I'd look it up, in the Star Trek Encyclopedia next to me, and type out that whole entry up. I don't think they had really coined "WTF" as an acronym yet, so I'd giggle insanely every time I'd get a "Dude what the FUCK" post. I was really doing it to be annoying, because I found it amusing, but looking back, I did it to make a name for myself. Because between that, and the nightly battles with ignorant and angry warsies, I got an e-mail- -or perhaps a private message, I forget- -from Wuher. The name of the man who played the Bartender at the Vs- -the one we didn't vaporize regularly- -and he said "Falcon. Are you the so-called "Trekkie King" I keep hearing about?" I was making waves. My name was hitting all the right people. And now, I had a nickname, a pejorative that was used as a compliment from one side and an insult from the other. I was the Trekkie King. And now, I had to live up to that. But there's only so many nights you can battle before things get stale. So many Imperial Warlords played by fourteen year old assholes that you'd so roundly whip that it got boring. Well, okay, not boring, but I wanted more. I saw people all around me either going into the huge URPG (which I never got into, as i thought it was run by dicks and they wouldn't listen to me just because I was a newbie,), or forming storylines of their own. That's what I wanted to do. So what was next? What's a good storyline for a high and mighty Trekkie King? The answer is simple, of course. Make 'em fall.   Mel 4:43pm, August 21, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] okay okay, here is a question... more pictures??   Mel 4:55pm, August 21, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] Oooohh.. *shifty eyes* ;_; Can I do the cover art?  I want those years of my life back! The Saint 11:09pm, August 21, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] *Counts his fingers.* Can I just call those past ten years as the mysterious years of jack and corona? Cause it's more than ten *lmao* Edited 6:26pm, August 21, 2006 by The Saint, author.  my history in brief AceOOC 7:01pm, August 22, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] I ventured into the Cantina 8 years ago (almost 9) at the age of 12. the Cantina was quite literally the first chat room i ever entered. I typed "Star Wars Chat" into Yahoo (this was pre-google), and the Beseen Cantina was the first link i clicked on. My very first character was X-WingAce, a fighter pilot. This was the infamous origin of my OOC name, Ace. X-Wing lasted a few weeks or so until I got bored. at that time I tried to use a crazy knock off of Dash Rendar meets the Draconis Combine, and was promptly booed off the stage. Someone (I'm still not sure who, or if it was one of you who still attend the CFC) supplied me with a character name: Ace Kaelton and a faction name: The Dread Conglomerate. my mini-empire was born. thats all i can dredge up at the moment, i know the DC's story connects with that of several other factions, so i think i'll wait til a few others post before continuing.   Leon Carlson 7:12pm, August 22, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] My first char was as you know Ani- *Cue neuralyzer flash and a mysterious black figure stands there* [ Those events never happened. What you remember was a very vivid dream........but nothing more. ]so yeah Ive been here since the down of time when the chat first opened on beseen....but only erratically. Maybe once a week. It wasnt till zon and Tomalak/J were around that I started coming to the wildman chats quite heavily. My finest moment? "Walking" into starnet and telling mitth and his butt budies to fuck off. The funny part....is there are starnet folks in the SW chats that remember and are STILL pissed about that......I think its funny as fuck Edited 2:00pm, January 04, 2007 by Leon Carlson, author.  YEah Ace Kezie 3:14am, August 23, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] Tragolites....  errr.... Kit 8:35pm, August 23, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] Sounds like a great idea to me and sure would love to help. But seriously, even though I've had fewer chars than most of the last *thinks* 7 odd years? I also started a LOT older than most of you guys and I'm getting older faster and have less brainpower left for memory! *LOL* Will give it some thought in the 2 and a half minutes a day I get to myself and see what I can come up with.  Meh Sean 6:53pm, August 25, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] What is there to tell about me? I've been here for..what..maybe...4-5 years? Oh well, I can't remember, but I do remember that my first char was Celur, and that a few weaks in a war started and Celur was fucked up.  Part One -Through The Eyes Of A (role) Player: MY OOC story. Mel 4:14pm, August 26, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] The internet. The incredible network of Head Quarters for the geeky, the needy, the horny. In the internet, there are chat rooms. Role playing chat rooms. The meeting place for all creative, and creatively challenged lovers of fantasy. This is where I found my haven, at the wide-eyed age of 12. (pretending, of course, to be much older) With limited social skills, family dysfunction, and a slightly scary obsession with Xena: The Warrior Princess, The Wildman chats had quickly become my best friends. I found myself hanging out mostly in the VS chat for the first few years. This is where I met Spotty, Mike, Zon… but mostly Spotty. Cause he’s very old. This is where I learned that maybe there was some thing questionable about my sexual orientation. And also where I found out it was all just a phase. I bounced back from the Cantina to the VS as the years went by, gradually shifting gears between which chat held my interest as far as RP, and which one was a place for me to kick back and pretend to be myself. There had been a roller coaster of online relationships and their emotional highs and lows that came with them. At least, the kind of emotional highs and lows that a young girl between the ages of 12 – 15 is willing to invest… which, is a lot, let me tell you. They say it takes a village to raise a child (And it takes a Viking to raze a village) and it might be true. Because it took a chat room to raise a teenager. But, I guess that’s why Scott is my daddy. And then, some thing wonderful had happened. I didn’t know it yet, but it was going to be the best thing that ever did happen – it was the beginning of some thing that would change my life. I logged in to the Cantina one day as a dirty lurking no-name. I can not recall my age, but I estimate I was 15 – 16 at the time, because I recall sitting in an office in NJ… There he was. Grossly bright green text, horrid bold yellow handle that read, much to my delight “Zoloff” … and I thought I was going to die of laughter at that name. and, being the mature individual I was, I promptly started to make fun of him in any way possibly. I found great delight in calling the young lad “Zoloft” and any other irritating comment I could think of. It made my day. Some years later, of course, it came around to bite me in the butt. I was 18. A dear friend of mine from the very same chat thought he would introduce me to this kid he knew, who, shared several interests with me. He thought we would get along real well. And we did. Especially after I had learned that he had attended the cantina under a name I had recognized. A name that sounded a lot like the popular anti depressant drug… I hadn’t gone to the cantina much in-between those two events. But my new online relationship had me rather gun-ho about at least going back OOC and catching up with some people. I had found that there were still some vets hanging about. Like the oldest of us all. My dear Spotty. And those weirdo’s from MA, Mike and Zon. And lots of other people I quickly shaped relationships with. Its funny, how many things have changed since the Beseen days. I would like to say that the chatters have grown and changed a lot…. And maybe that’s true in their own realities, in the real world,. Outside the borders of text, RP, and html. But every thing, in most ways, still seems the same.  A poor start to my addition. Buzz 2:22am, August 28, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] Looking back at the countless hours I spent in front of the my old computer screen, I can't help but wonder how productive I could have been had I not been clocking in four (or more) hours a night in the chat. I'm tempted to say that if the collective efforts of The Cantina chatters over the years had been combined, cancer could have been cured. I do not believe that to be the case, though. First off, many of us would never have come into contact had it not been for the chat. Secondly, I don't believe that most of us have the attention span or necessary degrees for such feats of wonder. However, it does bring to mind another question: what would have happened had the chat never existed? In all likelihood, all that would have transpired is that I would have found a way to blow myself up involving toothpaste, twine and a hedgehog. As for everyone else, well, I don't think I'm able to speculate with much accuracy. What I can say with a certain degree of accuracy, is that Zon is right when he says that what has transpired over the years, through more than a couple iterations of the chat, is meaningful and worthy of being recorded. In ten years, I want to be able to pick up this book and leaf through it, smiling as I recall fond memories of the people and events that I knew and was involved in. The chat itself has been through more versions than I have been personally privy to. I am not one of the old chatters; I cannot recant exciting tales of the VS days. I am of the BeSeen generation, having started my tenure around 2000/2001. My memories of those days are, at best, a hazy cloud of disjointed events. This can be attributed to any number of things, none of which have ever been drug use, and only occasionally the partaking of liquid libations. I'm not going to even attempt to retell any specific stories or events, the others involved will undoubtedly tell them more completely than I could ever hope to. “Well, you long winded jackass, what exactly are you going to do, then?” is the question that is undoubtedly running through your mind, and perhaps down to your vocal chords and out to the computer screen, making your dog cower in the corner. Just calm down and have another drink, I'm going to go where I please with this essay; you are more than welcome to get off the ride anytime you like. I will not guarantee, however, that if you exit before the ride has come to a complete stop that you will not plummet five stories to your death. I was introduced to The Cantina, seven years ago or so, by Jek. We were both participants at a leadership training camp. By that point, I was long a veteran of tabletop RPGs, and was starting to get out of the culture. One night, after playing a session of SWRPG with (poorly) carved dice, he told me about a chat he was a member of where people actually did free form role playing. In my small world, that night was fateful for two reasons, foremost of which was my introduction to the Cantina, and the former of which was the creation of the old Grock freighter, lovingly christened “The Fuck”. A week later, I was into my introductory period of lurking, occasionally posting, and generally making mistakes about everything. I'm going to skip a bit here, since nobody (particularly, not myself) wants to be subjected to what I experienced as a newbie. After some time, I found myself engaged in RPs almost every night that rekindled my love for role playing. The nights spent holed up in the bar, fighting off the undead, with those would would become the Poker Club are some of the happiest memories of that period of my life. I was not hopelessly addicted, I kept a semblance of a real life, but for a few years, the Cantina was a major driving force behind me getting home every afternoon. I could always count on the Cantina delivering a small amount of joy when everything else in my life seemed to suck just a little bit too much. I've had many roles that I have used in the chat over the years, but I really have only ever had one character. Buzzdudeman, as he was known back in the day (well, back in my day). Since I've been here, I've been through six separate computer setups, and Buzz has probably been through just as many revisions. Buzzdudeman, to Buzz, to Garrett Argonon, then back to Buzz (but only as a nickname), and within those name changes-his background and occupation have changed at least twice as many times. Frankly, I'm not sure why I was never called on my liberal changing of Buzz. It most certainly qualifies as moding on some level, and certainly many of the things I've done with him qualify on many levels. I suppose it's that I was more civil about it than most who tried to get away with bullshit, or maybe it was dumb luck. I certainly don't know, myself. That fluidity of character has been the source of much of my enjoyment over the years, it enabled me to bring him into any situation and not seem completely out of place. He's been a Starfleet Admiral, Captain, escaped criminal, bar owner, gun shop owner, husband, uncle, father, inventor, sharpshooter, newtype pilot, mechanic, starfigher pilot, guitar virtuoso, and who knows what else. Only the logs will tell for sure, and even then, only since the move to PJJ servers. I want to thank everyone I've ever RPed with for putting up with the massive amount of crap I pulled out of my ass, so to speak, even if it was all in good fun and made sense at the time. Speaking of the PJJ switch, it was right about then that Mike (who so graciously converted his Vietnam chat) found it fit to give me administrator status. That opened up a whole new world of fun. The long evenings of playing with the word filters, changing the MOTD image, embedding MIDI's in the MOTD, filling up the screen with the "Words of God!", playing havoc with the ban message and having ban wars probably account for the majority of my time spent in the Cantina in the past two years. The day I figured out how to spoof another chatters posts with the /raw command was months of semi-clandestine fun in of itself. Along the way, I was promoted to "Master" Status, another questionable move on the part of Mike. It wasn't too long after that I started to burn out on the Cantina. Real life takes a toll on those of us who frequent these sort of chats. More and more it demands of our time, until we no longer have the time to devote to it that we would like. After the restart, I took over proprietorship of the bar itself, and started several plot threads. About halfway through all of them, I went to college and discovered that I no longer had time to RP. As I mentioned before, I was starting to burn out on the chat, so it was only natural that my visits became confined to brief OOC cameos. I doubt I'll ever become as involved as I once was, but the memories I have, fuzzy as they may be, are enduring and keep me warm on those nights when I'm relegated to the couch. -END PART 1-  It was the Best of Times, It was the Worst of Times... Cantina Ghost 12:13am, September 01, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] The first line in Charles Dickens' novel, "A Tale of Two Cities" fits the general atmosphere of the Star Wars Cantina. It is a fucked up world of mish-mashed characters, jawas, spacial debree, and clones. How we all got together to form stories is one of the mysteries in life. We would have never met if not for this chat. I am known simply as "Kiri." Sit down for this one, folks, for you're in for a long ride. I wasn't always the lovable male-char. role player I am today. We start out journey with an 11 year old girl who thought, "Hey, what if I tried making up a character for Star Wars?" Hence my first character "Lrilahna Tem" was born. She was a Jedi who only showed up in an unfinished story I wrote involving time travel and neural implants, but never in any rpg's. She showed up again in later years of high school when my love of writing returned in a completed "Mary Jane." Yes, I admit it. Guilty as charged. Hold your stones until the end of the lecture. Thank you. The second story involved Kijeta Quinn at the tender age of 12, a Force guardian who pissed off the Powers-That-Be and got stuck to one Jedi for the enternity of his life, when normaly a Guardian would leave their charge after they discovered the wonderful world of(sports) the Force. She didn't last much longer than a ten page story written on an Apple Mac Plus with a Dos printer that could be heard across the house with all the doors closed. Finaly there came Kirica Maje. My very first online rpg character. I found the cantina much like anyone else: Yahoo'd Starwars chats (in a time when the term "yahoo'd" was concidered dirty). The year: 1999. The name : Beeseen Cantina. The first couple attempts at finding a suitable place to play as I wanted proved to be nothing more than squabbles about who's ship was bigger than who's, or I'd end up waltzing into the middle of a deep plot, and promptly forced to waltz right back out again. Those were Yahoo! based chats. I clicked the link for the Beeseen Cantina chat and to my surprise, found people willing to welcome a newbie into their midst --amongst the usual noob torture sessions. Apparently I passed because 7 years later, I still cross the reality-to-digital threshold to speak to others of my kind. Kirica Maje lasted for a couple of years wherein she discovered she was a Jedi, she fell in love with a one-time rper named Bryjin K'tain, ended up having his baby years later when I brought her back into the PJJ world, went dark when she learned of Luke Skywalker's death by torpedo, and went around killing Sith under the name Kash Mora (meaning "Dark Rage"). Where is she now, you ask? YOu don't? Well, I'll tell you anyway. She is living in Mos Eisley with her son, Kallwyn Brae Maje, recovering from the Darkside. I remember games of fighting dragons, shooting stormtroopers in the head, online strip poker, X-wing battles above the planet, Blooper Nights (remember those? When we'd pretend it was a movie set with fuck-ups and bad angles), and learning all the wonderful acronyms like "omfg!" and "lmfao" and "wtf?" and "rae" and so on and so forth... Then there have been nights where nothing would happen, and we'd all be watching Cartoon Network together and commenting on it. I remember meeting Scooty there, and Zon, and Buzzdudeman, and Rylee, and Rando. Almost directly after the creation of Kirica Maje, I made one other adjustment to my role playing life: THE CANTINA GHOST! That annoying dickweed known for patronizeing the patrons is my fault. Whenever I want to be a rude, snappy, caniving bitch, I rp as the ghost --who ironicly is male. It dawned on me that no one had 'regged a spirit haunting the cantina, so I took the initiative. He is my oldest,longest running online character. By nature, I'm an actress, so it was easy to shift from OOC to IC and still keep the line where it belonged. The Ghost --who's real name is Cade Lysander-- is one of my favorite characters to game as. It's also my security loophole. No matter what happens to the Cantina, the CG will always be around. :) I got into the habit of playing male characters becuase they were as far away from myself as I could get. Then in 2000, I started rping in another room, the Black Heart Tavern, as Mason Kitch from my first work-in-progress novel. I took a long hiatus from the Cantina to delve into the world of Itara. Flushing out that storyline like draino through a tube was fun, and the nights of gaming there are the most memorable and happy of my life. Around 2002, I got back into the cantina as Lucas Wolenczak--my first attempt at playing a canon character from the 3 season lived sci fi, Steven Speilberg show, SeaQuest DSV. Since I'd studied Lucas intently for ten years, I felt I was qualified to play this role. Before the restart, he found his way to the cantina by way of crashing through a vortex he created as an experiement, and had been trying to get back while eduring countless situations good and bad. Then the restart hit. Good god, that left a mark. Lucas was still around, except he became a living hologram born through the same mistake that took him through the route of Ages (Scott's fault), swirled within the Explorer's databanks as a hologram, and spat back out like day old spinach to tatooine with a physical form that could digitize back into a holographic emitter. Cool,huh. It took me weeks to get the concept through to people. ...Ever notice how everything comes back to being Zon's fault? hmm.... I digress. Life was getting more and more hectic with my being kicked out my house, and college and stuff, that my role playing was down to a couple hours a night instead of countless. Everything was going fine until.... Jonathan Brandis comited suicide. Everyone here knows how much I loved that man, and had had personal interaction with him. His death struck me like a sucker punch to the soul. I retreated into my own world of depression for months, hardly stepping into the cantina at all except to make cameo appearacnces. And yet, through all my IRL shit, the cantina continued to accept me even as fucked up as I was. Thanks guys. :) And so here I am today; living in Los Angeles--quite literaly in the home of the origional Valley Girl (Frank Zappa's daughter, Moon Unit, who use to bitch about her friends shopping sprees in the Sherman Oaks Gallaria ...2 miles north of where I now live)and trying to make a name for myself. The Cantina has been an integral part of my life. I would make conscious efforts to be home in the evening just to game. For a while, my parents thought something was wrong with me. Maybe they were right. Yet, even though I don't game as often as I use to (most liley due to burnout), There will always be a special place in my harddrive for the CFC. Good times. Edited 7:15pm, August 31, 2006 by Cantina Ghost, author.   Quack Attack 6:49pm, September 12, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] I haven't been in the Cantina as long as it's been around (in any shape or URL). There's many others here that have been here much longer than me... but I think I was the first & only person to introduce a "Silent Hill" storyline to the CFC.... :)   Gorny 7:32pm, September 12, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] In 2002 I was just a kid with a crazy-ass friend with whom I hung out a lot. To most of you guys, that crazy-ass kid was known as Ace. The red-haired bespecled goober was always telling me stories of space battles and epic wars, and I wondered where exactly this was all coming from. He told me it was this thing called The Cantina. When I first entered it, I took the name "Pshad". It was really hard to say, just the way I liked it. It sounded alien. I had been very into the Gorn from Star Trek, and decided to make my character a Gorn. In fact, I gave him a ship. I retrospect, I have no idea what the hell I stumbled into. The ship popped into existance around Tattooine in the middle of some crisis, and the crew beamed down to Mos Eisley and started a bit of a ruckus before I left. I forgot to come back for a while. When I did come back, I basically voided my previous RP and made Pshad part of a Gorn Republican task force to the Star Wars Galaxy via the wormhole. This task force would later become cut off from the old Gorn Republic and became the new Gorn Republic. Pshad grew as a character, becoming somewhat of a benevolent despot who didn't truly agree with Republicanism, but had a bitter rivalry with Slessh, the second most powerful Gorn in the galaxy and a Black Crest leader, a deep conservative. Slessh, in the pre-restart, launched a war against Tattooine, and was killed after levelling Mos Espa. This left the Gorn with only their goody-goody aspect, which didn't bode well for RPing. My friend Conor joined the Cantina shortly after I did as the Sluagh Empire, and was the final link in the CGSA (Conglomerate/Gorn/Sluagh Alliance). The CGSA broke down quickly, though, and never operated on the large scale. Except for a brief and oddly won war against the Dark Scorpion Empire. to be continued...   AceOOC 3:57pm, September 18, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] yeah that was probably the most pointless and confusing war i ever fought.... one battle, total of three ship casualties, then nothing... then DSE went kaput... it was like if the Cold War just skipped the whole arms race and the Soviets just went piffle from the start.....  Reader's Digest. General Kael 8:32am, October 08, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] In the beginning.. the was Java. There was much bad rp. Then came Beseen. There were many corpses. Bartenders were replaced regularly. Rp was still bad. Then came Starnet. There were many bannings. Rp was stifled. Then came the end of Beseen. There were many boring nights. Rp was dead. Then came Pjj. There were many new chats. Rp was slightly better but rumors about that most rpers discovered alcohol and drama to bolster rp credability. Then came the Future. Forecast calls for many corpses.. again. Rp is predicted to remain without a doubt chancy. Somewhere in there Kael got killed a few times. He enjoyed martinis and fine cigars. He tried to overthrow the galaxy a few times, never suceeded. Worked hard to become the bad guy you could count on. Liked wine and polishing boots. Created a over thinking A.I. that never did figure out what a fucking muppet was. Had alot of children that he is not actually related to. Never played golf.  ... FALCON X-0N 4:16pm, October 12, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] I am going to make Kael play golf. *More story coming soon, I promise!*   JekNado 8:43am, January 04, 2007 [Edit] [Delete] I started out in the vs chat when my friend Nighthammer suggested it. I can barely remember those days, but I was learning the ropes, so it probably wasn't too great. One thing that boggles my mind tonight is I was surfing myspace and realized that Robby K, who I mentioned above as Knighthammer, happens to have Mr. Andrew Marsh on his top eight spots. Small world. Next, I moved into the beseen chat. My first character was a Jawa. After quickly learning that people usually shot jawas on sight or ignore them completely, I knew a character change was inevitable. Jek was born. He started out as a mercenary with a blaster shotgun because they were really effective against jedi in those times. When I got into the starwars pencil and paper rpg, I named my character Jek and this incarnation was a rogue royal guard. My mercenary "Jek" evolved into my pen and paper equivalent. Then I started watching Trigun. I fell in love with the series and Jek transformed into Vash the Stampede. Eventually, I created a storyline where Vash met the royal guard JekNado on his deathbead and used his name as an alias. Then there was the glory days, the poker club. Those were some of the best times I've ever had roleplaying and I'll never forget them. I remember meeting Buzz at a leadership conference and telling him all about this place. I'm glad he decided to come in and stick around. After the "club" ended up dieing out because of everyone's real life schedules, I messed around with new characters and factions. I started up the Shinra Corporation, Radio Free Mars, and created numerous RPs. I saved my character list and at last count, I have created over 40 characters. Some alive, some dead and some that just faded away. I spent forever piecing together the Desert Nomad RP and the Thanatos RP to help try and keep the place alive and give people something to do. Then I realized some people were never happy and just liked to bitch and complain. And I'm not saying I didn't do my fair share either. I used to be an anarchist but I grew up. Even though my free time plays a big part of why I don't frequent here as often anymore, the childish behavior of some individuals quit making it fun. I got sick of creating sims that people would have no problem joining, then would complain and moan when they weren't happy with how they turned out. I got sick of having to have 300 encyclopedias of science fiction and websites open describing how physics, firearms and the occult worked any time a fight broke out or I wanted to shoot a hand gun at someone. Most of all, there was a change where it went from a gathering of friends and ended up being the chat against me, with only Zon in my corner, talking to me over aim trying to tell me the best way to get out of a problem. In the end though, there were many more good times then bad ones. To those people that think I am a horrible roleplayer, I apologize. To those that enjoyed the sims and whatnot I created in the past "almost" decade, thank you. If you had fun, you made my time here even more worth while. If you happen to see a guy sitting in the back of the cantina sipping an ale, stop by and say hi.   Andrew Marsh 2:26pm, January 04, 2007 [Edit] [Delete] THE Robby K?! What the hell, that just messed with my a bit... Robby K was a Vs. Kid?! heh... I might have to bring that one up some day... Anyhoo, I'm going to TRY to remember everything. ASH- It all started in a year I can't remember. I was surfing the internet with Altavista (back then it was like the archive result thing for Yahoo!) and I came upon the Wildman Cantina on beseen. I jumped in the character Greedo, and moded my ass off. Then again, back then everyone did. The chat was still way young at that point. For a long time, it was a running gag to kill off Greedo, it was kind of fun back in those days. Then things got a little more serious, and Greedo actually was killed off for good. That's when I brought in Ash, who started off as Bruce Campbell Ash, but problems arose when there was controversy over who came up with it first (Me or Zon). So we decided that due to some temporal fluke, there were two of them. I ended up fleshing mine out to be someone else all together though, letting Zon have the definitive Ashley Williams. My Ash grew to become a master of the occult and fated by the gods to become something much more than just a man. Ash was quite the intergalactic playboy in his day. He was married twice, and stumbled upon a massive fortune by selling an island on another planet. In his earlier days, he was friends with a man named Kael, and Kael's girlfriend Winterheart. Kael faked his own death and joined the empire. After Ash saw what it did to Winterheart, he vowed revenge. Kael also went after Ash (actually making the first strike) after Ash got married for the first time. Kael continuously would attack Ash and his new wife, and terrible fights would ensue. Eventually Kael was killed by another man and locked away in a mirror dimension, and Ash's first wife ran off on him. Winterheart was also gone; Ash was left alone to do the gods' bidding. He continued to fight against the forces of darkness, growing stronger and stronger. At one point he even put a bounty on himself, just to train. Eventually he got so strong that he had no choice but to play a passive role. He went on to train others, keeping certain things in a locked room in his mansion to remind him of everyone he met through the years. Then the restart happened. Ash managed to make it through the restart with all of his memory intact, to serve a higher purpose. I made it so that the transfer into restart world took a large toll on him mentally and physically though, so he could continue to serve a passive role. By now I had Toxic for a while though, but that's another story. I made him be the man who was supposed to keep balance in the new restart-verse, but I gave him another job. He was supposed to make sure that the restart world didn't follow the same path as the old world, and in order to do that he had to kill another man who made it through unscathed. That man came in the form of General Dakkon Kael, his old nemesis. For the time being though, Ash made sure that Kael didn't damage the fabric of this reality, reminding the people Kael tried to influence that they were given the choice to follow a new path. Then the unspeakable (in Ash's mind) happened, Kael staged an ambush to kill off Toxic, and a girl that he was trying to protect. Kael succeeded and both of them were killed, finally provoking Ash to attack. Ash found out that Kael's hatred for him came from the fact that he wanted Ash to protect Winterheart, but he "failed." Ash tried to argue that Winterheart's fate was due to what Kael did to her, but it was too late for reason. Ash and Kael had their final climactic battle, resulting in both of their deaths. A character that was alive for almost, if not a full decade was finally killed off. And now for the Toxic part, this one will be more OOC than Ash, but can you blame me? We needed to document that whole Ash Vs. Kael thing, it was like the oldest rivalry in Cantina history and the greatest final battle ever. TOXIC In the middle of that mess that is Ash, another character showed up. His name was Toxic. This was a character that I held dear to my heart, I created him before I even knew what a chatroom was, let alone role playing. In a lot of ways, I made the character as a part of myself. He fought for virtues that I stood for personally, and also had some common personality quirks. I started him off as just a regular guy, with a ship, two guns, a bad attitude, and space pirates two steps behind him at all times. That got stale real quick, and so I made him into a bounty hunter with a heart of gold, and he eventually slipped into the world of being a mercenary with a heart of gold. I also decided to make him the cantina rag-doll. I thought it would be fun to have the character that would run head first into a fight and get thrown around a lot. After the restart, I kept him kind of the same, but made his past a lot darker. All of his family, and most of his friends were killed in the new back story, and he was a walking killing machine just waiting to be turned on. He was even a child soldier. I brought in all sorts of strange, over the top, comic book-like groups like the GWAM, the PERM, and The Majestic to flesh out his story more. Then I had him go after Eden, which was the beginning of the end for the Toxic we all knew. Toxic matured a lot while he was with Eden. It might have been because he was with something he really cared about, or that he realized how corrupt the universe was and that he was fated to become part of it, or even any combination of all of the above. When he was killed and later revived by Eden though, I turned him into something else. He became a dark and lonely soul with mysterious motives in life. Needless to say, I changed this character around a lot through his span in the chat; he's even got a sort-of clone now. Edited 9:18am, January 04, 2007 by Andrew Marsh, author.   AceOOC 9:47pm, March 02, 2007 [Edit] [Delete] It was pointed out to me that my very first character was indeed NOT X-WingAce, but in fact Wicket, everyone's favorite ewok. I believe I played the furry bastard for a day or two before switching to the X-WingAce that eventually became my nickname today.   Sai Dev 1:06am, November 22, 2007 [Edit] [Delete] Anyone remember the old days with Agent Klave or V, Mystra, Malek, Stoneneedle? Winter Heart?   AceOOC 9:46pm, November 22, 2007 [Edit] [Delete] Winter Heart seems to ring some kind of bell in mine head... Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete