I just had the greatest RP I have had in months. All because of you, and OP's laughable suggestion.
I'm the anon who did >>12729674
Here's the results of the hour and a half I just spent with one person. It's a baw story, it's a cutebold story, it's out-of-character for any barbarian but the Beastmaster. I love it. To the point that we're continuing via email.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: hey 17m
You: RP time, brought to you by /tg/.
You are a barbarian. Your father was once king of your mighty tribe, but fate has forced you far the home of your childhood- your uncle deposed you, usurping your father's throne, and you have sworn revenge.
Hardened from 23 years of wandering and hunting, you have 20 hp.
You have high strength, low intelligence, and medium dexterity.
Your inventory is: A ration of dry bread, a full waterskin, an axe (2d6 damage), an iron spike, a dagger, an empty coin pouch, and 20 feet of rope (grappling hook attached).
You are wearing a cloak, thick leather armor (damage reduction of 3), a tunic, trousers, and boots.
You are standing in a grassy meadow. It is a bright, sunny day and you can hear birds singing.
Exits are to the north to the badlands, south to the village, east to the desert, and west to the forest.
What do you do?
Stranger: wield ax
Stranger: go into forest
You: You feel strong with your trusty axe in your hand!
You stride into the forest. It is dark and cool. There is a babbling stream here. To the north and west, the undergrowth becomes thick. To the south is an overgrown road.
Stranger: go to road
You: The road runs east and west. To the east is abandoned farmland, to the west you can make out some ruins.
Stranger: hard choice
Stranger: i'm feeling ruins, but my instincts tell me no
Stranger: let's do it