Please indulge me as I get more analytical about silly fun ERP with dice.
One reason I see players leave games most often is in regard to either a mismatch, or a miscommunication in regards to how much "Story" and how how much smut there will be. It is the age old problem of
Player applies for a game cause they're feeling horny -> Player gets their rocks off OR nothing happens fast enough -> Player leaves
This isn't exactly good player behavior and I don't think Game Masters should accommodate this type of attitude. However, utilizing Story to Smut Ratio should solve this problem.
Some common ratios I see are 50:50, 80:20, 70:30 the last being the most common. That said when we apply this ratio in a literal sense, I'm not 100% sure it lines up.
At a most basic sense, the ratio could be word to word, or more accurately response to response. A 50:50 ratio then assumes that of 200 responses, 100 will be Set-Up (Story) and 100 will be ERP. Same math with the more common 70:30 is simplified to 3:1.
I think the ratios usually aren't literal, but they do provide the baseline. However, this is an ERP GAME which means we aren't using Story just to set up sex via roleplay, that includes game play elements like exploration, combat, non-sex roleplay etc. You might have gathered that my thesis is that Ratios may not be the best way to convey the lewdity of our games.
When I see a game that describes HOW smut will be included, I feel I have a better understanding of what the game will look like. Some examples of this are wording like, "Smut is player initiated" "Smut is encouraged and interwoven into the game, and "everything is trying to fuck you". Each of these examples prompts in your mind the type of game.
Going for a more grim dark, low fantasy game where defeat means being used and discarded in the mud? You don't need to know the ratio to which that will happen, you just need to know that's the tone.
Maybe I'm off base, but I'm sure someone will tell me
I am 18 and all characters and participants must also be 18
Hello one and all, this is an idea that's remained close to my heart for some time. Apartment Complexities is set to follow a cast of characters as they adapt to living in a shitty apartment building in the big city. We'd be creating a cast of characters and writing their lives through a series of scenes meant to develop character, relationships, and the world. I do love smut, so a healthy dose of that as well.
I'm looking for a partner comfortable writing multiple characters of any gender/position. I prefer MxF and FxF pairings of relationships. I am a detailed writer and am looking for someone who can write two paragraphs are more as the norm.
If this idea interests you and you want to discuss more, message me here or add me on discord at organized.chaos19 !
Ethan Steele wasn’t happy. In fact, he was kind of pissed. Relaxation wasn’t exactly easy for him, and what should have been a quiet weekend in isolation now had the backdrop of squealing, laughing women. Not that he didn’t like women. In truth he might have liked them too much.
“Oh my god, you’re such a slut!” Echoed across the taproom in a high pitched, slurred voice. I turned from my glass of whiskey to see a group of young women. All young, pretty girls. One wore a sash that said bride. I turned back to my drink and by effect the bartender. “Sorry again, Mr. Steele. They booked last minute.” I waved him off.
“Not your fault, Jock.” I was supposed to be alone outside of Jock. The Highpointe Estate was a ski lodge just over the Canadian border. A beautiful building comprised of dark woods, fur rugs, and stone fireplaces. The building was massive, designed with these get aways in mind. Three suites exclusively for couples or singles, like himself, and then a master suite for a large party like these bridesmaids.
Ethan prioritized being alone. He was an agent with the FBI, the kind that hunted killers of all shapes and sizes. He was damn good at his job, but it made him distasteful of people. One weekend every six months he’d go off the grid to this lodge for some skiing and relaxation. He always made sure to book when no one else had so he would be well and truly alone aside from the one employee that stayed around, Jock.
It was bad weather this trip, so skiing was off the table and in all honesty had he wanted to leave he couldn’t due to the fact that the lift only ran in the daylight. They were well and truly stuck, at least until the morning when the Ski lift started back up. He wasn’t going to let it get him down though. He wasn’t going to retire after this drink and perhaps read a bit of his novel.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, rubbing it and as he turned one of the bridesmaids had walked over, the smell of booze on her breath as she bent over nearly letting her breasts spill out of her cocktail dress. “Hi- my friends and I saw you drinking alone. Wanna join us? We’re having a party.” She said with a giggle and looked at the other girls. Some woo’d and the bride blushed covering her face. I looked back at the woman that had approached me.
“That’s a nice offer, but I’ve actually got to get going.” He went to stand-
What happened next? Well, we’ll figure that out together. What I can tell you is what happened later that night.
In the dead of night, an ear piercing shriek echoed through the halls of the Highpointe Estate. Ethan woke with a start and grabbed for his side arm, a side arm he hadn’t even packed. He shook the sleep from his eyes and stumbled out of his room seeing one of the women running down the hall. “She’s dead! She’s dead!” She screamed. “Someone killed her!”
A murder at the estate? The victim? The bride herself. A whole host of bridesmaids as suspects. In the morning the lift would be working again, and the killer would be free to go. The crime even happened outside of the US so Ethan would be helpless to even investigate it when the proper authorities took over. So now he’d have to solve the case, catch the killer, and keep these horny traumatized harlots off him.
There never isn a day off for a detective.
———-
Hello, and I hope you like my obvious spoof on Knives Out for a who done it murder mystery. This prompt originally had myself playing our hero, but I’ve decided to open that all up to you! You can of course take on the role of Ethan as describe above or if you have another character in mind, I’m happy to oblige. Male or Female!
I’ll be running the mystery itself, controlling the suspects and crafting the narrative and clues to be uncovered.
I intentionally left some details of the night vague. Maybe you joined the girls, got to know them. Maybe when you woke, the nude form of one of them was already beside you.
Maybe it was the bride herself you took to bed, well that would be a twist wouldn’t it?
Why’s this called cock’s out? Well, you’ll be weak to the art of seduction. Between the booze, high stress, and lack of dick around, maybe the girls just have much lower inhibitions. Maybe romance blooms, but with any of them possibly being the killer, you’ll will have to play it smart to make it out alive.
I’m open to various kinks and just have a few standard limits. I’d love to discuss this further in chat before moving to discord.
If you’re interested, please reach out!
I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+
Ethan Steele wasn’t happy. In fact, he was kind of pissed. Relaxation wasn’t exactly easy for him, and what should have been a quiet weekend in isolation now had the backdrop of squealing, laughing women. Not that he didn’t like women. In truth he might have liked them too much.
“Oh my god, you’re such a slut!” Echoed across the taproom in a high pitched, slurred voice. I turned from my glass of whiskey to see a group of young women. All young, pretty girls. One wore a sash that said bride. I turned back to my drink and by effect the bartender. “Sorry again, Mr. Steele. They booked last minute.” I waved him off.
“Not your fault, Jock.” I was supposed to be alone outside of Jock. The Highpointe Estate was a ski lodge just over the Canadian border. A beautiful building comprised of dark woods, fur rugs, and stone fireplaces. The building was massive, designed with these get aways in mind. Three suites exclusively for couples or singles, like himself, and then a master suite for a large party like these bridesmaids.
Ethan prioritized being alone. He was an agent with the FBI, the kind that hunted killers of all shapes and sizes. He was damn good at his job, but it made him distasteful of people. One weekend every six months he’d go off the grid to this lodge for some skiing and relaxation. He always made sure to book when no one else had so he would be well and truly alone aside from the one employee that stayed around, Jock.
It was bad weather this trip, so skiing was off the table and in all honesty had he wanted to leave he couldn’t due to the fact that the lift only ran in the daylight. They were well and truly stuck, at least until the morning when the Ski lift started back up. He wasn’t going to let it get him down though. He wasn’t going to retire after this drink and perhaps read a bit of his novel.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, rubbing it and as he turned one of the bridesmaids had walked over, the smell of booze on her breath as she bent over nearly letting her breasts spill out of her cocktail dress. “Hi- my friends and I saw you drinking alone. Wanna join us? We’re having a party.” She said with a giggle and looked at the other girls. Some woo’d and the bride blushed covering her face. I looked back at the woman that had approached me.
“That’s a nice offer, but I’ve actually got to get going.” He went to stand-
What happened next? Well, we’ll figure that out together. What I can tell you is what happened later that night.
In the dead of night, an ear piercing shriek echoed through the halls of the Highpointe Estate. Ethan woke with a start and grabbed for his side arm, a side arm he hadn’t even packed. He shook the sleep from his eyes and stumbled out of his room seeing one of the women running down the hall. “She’s dead! She’s dead!” She screamed. “Someone killed her!”
A murder at the estate? The victim? The bride herself. A whole host of bridesmaids as suspects. In the morning the lift would be working again, and the killer would be free to go. The crime even happened outside of the US so Ethan would be helpless to even investigate it when the proper authorities took over. So now he’d have to solve the case, catch the killer, and keep these horny traumatized harlots off him.
There never isn a day off for a detective.
———-
Hello, and I hope you like my obvious spoof on Knives Out for a who done it murder mystery. I’ll take on the role of Ethan Steele, hardened detective, as he works to solve the case before morning.
You’d be running the mystery itself, controlling the suspects and crafting the narrative and clues to be uncovered.
I intentionally left some details of the night vague. Maybe he joined the girls, got to know them. Maybe when he woke, the nude form of one of them was already beside him.
Maybe it was the bride herself he took to bed, well that would be a twist wouldn’t it?
Why’s this called cock’s out? Well, Ethan is weak to the art of seduction. Between the booze, high stress, and lack of dick around, maybe the girls just have much lower inhibitions. Maybe romance blooms, but with any of them possibly being the killer, Ethan will have to play it smart to make it out alive.
I’m open to various kinks and just have a few standard limits. I’d love to discuss this further in chat before moving to discord.
If you’re interested, please reach out!