Bigotry? Grandmothers getting [REDACTED]? Why, I must dare to say, GAY PORN??!? Sirs, you need to calm down sirs. Just calm the fuck down. Sir, sir, shut up, sir, sit yo ass down sir. Sir. Sir, pleas- Did you just slap me, sir? That is assaulting a police officer sir. Brutal force sir. Yes sir. Did you read the sign sir? No assaulting, sir. Now sit yo ass down. (What the hell did I just write?)

I can see I made a good choice in staying away from OOC?

Holy shit, that was fucking gold That fight was good, but @Unfortunately, i ate all of my popcorn midway

I think I'm just going to leave for a while before my temper snaps.

I think I'm just going to leave for a while before my temper snaps.

That sounds like a good idea, friend.

Holy crap, you can like shyt now. Such features!

Shyt?

It looks like this RP is plagued with fights as well...why doesnt anyone post in the old RP... :(

Wilson and the entirety of page 38 in a nutshell:

It looks like this RP is plagued with fights as well...why doesnt anyone post in the old RP... :(

We happened to get a single troll, otherwise the RP's OOC is friendly.

We happened to get a single troll, otherwise the RP's OOC is friendly.

Single troll looking for love? Likes long walks on the beach, is great with pets and loves movies?

Wilson and the entirety of page 38 in a nutshell:

ASTA... Where is your sheet? It was almost a month ago you said you were working on it.

ASTA has the brain damage from the animes and the mangas. Give him a break you ableist.

WIP App: Name of nation: The United Federate Confederation of Gitchergood Species: Anthropomorphic Liopleurodon master race. Description of government:The BDSM Tsarident makes all decisions, and the others have no choice to obey. It is quite dirty and I am now ever so slightly hard even just describing it. Oh my. Excuse me, let me check if my KY reserves are adequate. Description of military: They're really good because they've fought several wars in the past, which is an advantage that no one else in the galaxy has. Being veterans, they are able to shoot a man's nips off from over five thousand parsecs away using only revolvers. In fact, rail revolvers are the principle armament of the Liopleruodon race. The average grunt only uses one, but the officers use two. "Make my day" is the motto of the Liopleurodon Genocide Enaction Corps. Dreadnoughts fill the role of corvettes in the Gitchergood navy, with Leviathans filling the role Dreadnoughts would fill in lesser navies. Leviathans generally range in size from being comparable to the scale of a system, to galactic scale. However, only one Galactic scale Leviathan has been made, but it has extremely good stealth technology. So good, in fact, that the Lieopleurodons have absolutely no idea where it presently resides. They are pouring all of their efforts into locating the lost Leviathan. They actually have no idea where the other Leviathans went either. There are no Leviathans that the Liopleurodons are presently able to operate. Furthermore, they also have ultra carriers, but these launch carrier launched carrier dreadnoughts, rather than fighters. Extreme levels of automation allow these gargantuan vessels to be piloted by a single pilot. Ground and space forces are supplemented by the "articulation suits", giant mechanical suits conforming to the shape of a Lieopleurodon's body. They are outfitted with directional verniers for maneuverability in space. They are all painted red, which Liopleurodon scientists have discovered facilitates them moving at three times their ordinary speed. The Liopleurodons field a rather unusual variety of tank, that is like a spin top made of death. Liopleurodons are trained on carousels to accustom themselves to the intense levels of twirling that they are subjected to in their job. The Liopleurodon Armored Corps motto is "You can win it in a minute if you spin it spin it spin it." Technological Overview: The humble revolver is used for many different applications in Liopleurodon society. Need to turn the TV on? Shoot it. Need to turn it off? Shoot it again. Gotta open a jar of pickles? Shoot the darn thing. The revolver is also the cornerstone of Liopleurodon democracy. Don't like the Tsarident? Shoot him. Truly, the revolver is a wondrous thing of many utilities. Another innovation of the Liopleurodon race is the "Meme Forge", a sophisticated piece of machinery used to make high quality memes in bulk. Hand cranks on the side of each device can determine the dankness of a meme. However, too much of the dank crank can result in forced memes, which must be disposed of through a floor chute that leads to an ever raging chamber of flame. Cultural Overview: The Liopleurodons intensely dislike people named Ralph and all Ralphs have been worked to death in the revolver factories as a result. Liopleurodons also really love water polo, but they aren't so much fans of water marco. Water macro is even worse. Liopleurodon internet has an algorithim wherein if anyone types "macro" their computer immediately detonates and showers them in shrapnel. Liopleurodon's night life scene is intensely active and dens of degeneracy of all flavors can be found packed into absolutely every street of a Liopleurodon city. Revolvers are the favoured construction material for Liopleurodon dwellings. Liopleurodons are particularly fond of yodeling, but only quite racy, lewd ballads about what they wish to do with the grandmothers of the recipient of their songs. Granny fucking is the edgestone of Liopleurodon society, given that females age much faster than males. Liopleurodons are also really fond of cosplaying as the characters of their extremely popular Liopleurodon cartoons. With panties or no, cosplaying is the sidestone of Liopleurodon society, given that everyone in Lieopleurodon society is a manchild or womanchild. There has been an uncontrollable crime boom of torrenting of Liopleurodon cartoons, but the Liopleurodon Cyber Police (Motto: "Consequences will le never le be le same *tips fedora*") have been absolutely ineffectual in dealing with it. Memes are the core economic asset of the Liopleurodon race. They produce the dankest memes in the galaxy, and then engage in their mass sale. Liopleurodon freighters carrying sophisticated designer memes criss-cross the galaxy. Their number one top seller presently is "Le hand rubbing schemer human." Liopleurodon's Meme Tasters are highly valued members of their society. The official motto of the Royal Liopleurodon Meme Tasters Society is "Haha! Well meme'd, friend!" Plarp Nootnoot has headed the society for three months, but has already imbued it with newly found vigor. A new golden age of memes draws closer and closer, and with it the wealth of the Liopleurodons shall also expand like the dongs of old. History:This is presently subjected to incredible amounts of revisionism. Being a multicultural, futuristic society, their old way of things is viewed as hurtful and racist to the new entrants to their glorious, superior way of life, so many attempts have been made to completely obfuscate Liopleurodon history. Unfortunately, they have been successful. Every history book has been successfully combusted and all digital media has been replaced with loops of annoying Liopleurodon meme songs. Other:

No...just no.

No...just no.

Hey, that was my second thought, after what the hell did I just read.

...Why?

Then I shall make another for you, my senpai! I will not rest until you are wholly pleased!

WIP App: Name of nation: The Tsardom of Vaegir Species: Skunk men that excrete dank instead of stink for usage in meme fabrication. Description of government: Despite their name, they're actually a constitutional republic. Description of military: The armored spine of the armored corps of Vaegir is provided by the Clyde Cleveland-class Land Dreadnought. Pictured below: Unfortunately these things have way, way too much ground pressure for their own good and tend to be found in ditches. Foreign observers often mistake them for being static emplacements. The standard infantry rifle is the TFW-NO-BF-1. Pictured, again, below: Now you're getting the hang of it! I'm proud of you. One second. Let me wipe away this joyous tear. Okay, done. Now to continue. Now, you see, the TFW-NO-BF-1. It's light. Handle's adjustable for easy carrying, good for righties and lefties. Breaks down into four parts, undetectable by x-ray, ideal for quick, discreet interventions. A word on firepower. Titanium recharger, three thousand round clip with bursts of three to three hundred, and with the Replay button - another Vaegir invention - it's even easier. Their space force are actually their entire planets. They are bristling with guns, shields and thrusters. The mobile planet fleet is probably the dumbest shit ever, but fuck you, don't tell the space skunks what to do. Shut yer mouth when talking to a moufette. Bitch. Technological Overview: The TFW-NO-BF-1 is used for many different applications in Vaegir society. Need to turn the TV on? Shoot it. Need to turn it off? Shoot it again. Gotta open a jar of pickles? Shoot the darn thing. The TFW-NO-BF-1 is also the cornerstone of Vaegir democracy. Don't like the president? Shoot him. Three thousand times. With nets, freezing, and fire functions. Truly, the TFW-NO-BF-1 is a wondrous thing of many utilities. Cultural Overview: The Vaegir are a culture of useless consumers. They buy things in bulk and break them in bulk, which consequently leads to buying even more things. Everything is made to be disposable as possible. From cars, to nation sheets. Nothing is built to last among Skunk kind. Even their memes work on a "flavor of the month" basis, and are quite readily forgotten. Many make their ways into the hands of the Asteroid-dwelling Meme Scavengers, who continue to use the discarded memes for many years. These fearsome meme pirates strike fear into the hearts of all. Many a skunk song and dance have been written about these dastardly, but loveable, fiends. History: There was a little known program used to send skunks to space by the USSR. However, they not only lost the skunk rockets, but gamma radiation turned them into walking, talking skunk people that spray memes. However, most of them ended up dead, rather than dank skunk memer master race. It is a tradition among Vaegir kind to pour one out for the homies that didn't make it to Andromeda.

App: Name of nation: The Tsardom of Vaegir Species: Skunk men that excrete dank instead of stink for usage in meme fabrication. Description of government: Despite their name, they're actually a constitutional republic. Description of military: The armored spine of the armored corps of Vaegir is provided by the Clyde Cleveland-class Land Dreadnought. Pictured below: Unfortunately these things have way, way too much ground pressure for their own good and tend to be found in ditches. Foreign observers often mistake them for being static emplacements. The standard infantry rifle is the TFW-NO-BF-1. Pictured, again, below: Now you're getting the hang of it! I'm proud of you. One second. Let me wipe away this joyous tear. Okay, done. Now to continue. Now, you see, the TFW-NO-BF-1. It's light. Handle's adjustable for easy carrying, good for righties and lefties. Breaks down into four parts, undetectable by x-ray, ideal for quick, discreet interventions. A word on firepower. Titanium recharger, three thousand round clip with bursts of three to three hundred, and with the Replay button - another Vaegir invention - it's even easier. Their space force are actually their entire planets. They are bristling with guns, shields and thrusters. The mobile planet fleet is probably the dumbest shit ever, but fuck you, don't tell the space skunks what to do. Shut yer mouth when talking to a moufette. Bitch. Technological Overview: The TFW-NO-BF-1 is used for many different applications in Vaegir society. Need to turn the TV on? Shoot it. Need to turn it off? Shoot it again. Gotta open a jar of pickles? Shoot the darn thing. The TFW-NO-BF-1 is also the cornerstone of Vaegir democracy. Don't like the president? Shoot him. Three thousand times. With nets, freezing, and fire functions. Truly, the TFW-NO-BF-1 is a wondrous thing of many utilities. Cultural Overview: The Vaegir are a culture of useless consumers. They buy things in bulk and break them in bulk, which consequently leads to buying even more things. Everything is made to be disposable as possible. From cars, to nation sheets. Nothing is built to last among Skunk kind. Even their memes work on a "flavor of the month" basis, and are quite readily forgotten. Many make their ways into the hands of the Asteroid-dwelling Meme Scavengers, who continue to use the discarded memes for many years. These fearsome meme pirates strike fear into the hearts of all. Many a skunk song and dance have been written about these dastardly, but loveable, fiends. History: There was a little known program used to send skunks to space by the USSR. However, they not only lost the skunk rockets, but gamma radiation turned them into walking, talking skunk people that spray memes. However, most of them ended up dead, rather than dank skunk memer master race. It is a tradition among Vaegir kind to pour one out for the homies that didn't make it to Andromeda.

You know what, your my most favourite guilder in the whole forum now XD