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So...

Anybody play EU4 on steam? You fellows seem to like nation building, so might just throw this question out for anybody interested in playing a multiplayer session.

I have like 180 hrs on the game, but none of my Steam Friends are really into it :/
I) Take diplomatic action

A) Improve food




D) Improve culture



Special Events?

OH BOI!

I thought about it.

Hot-springs, with blessed Earth god waters or something.
HOLY DAMN! YOU'RE ALIVE! THE DARK RITUAL WORKED!
I'd love to get back into this.
Manny looked at the stranger, and felt rather uncomfortable. HE had conversed with some of the slimiest and mean-spirited bastards back east, but something just sent shivers down his spine. Nonetheless, he steeled his nerves and countered, "Typically a gentleman offers his name before inquiring of another's, but the names Manny, of the Pollys back east." He swallowed through a dry mouth, "Now, that said I was just here to inquire about this business venture if you would be so kind to indulge me."


Name: Isaak "Zack" Trapeznikov

Race/Nationality: Russia

Gender: Male

Age: 33

Physical Appearance:

Towers over most men at an impressive 7' 2" (2.2m), musclebound and built like a truck, and as such weighs about 375 lbs. (170 kg). He sports a rugged face, with browns eyes and black buzz-cut hair. He has a thick, but rather unkempt full-beard. His back sports a rather large and nasty scar from an acid burn. His arms and legs are also rather hairy, he's pretty much a grizzly bear that looks kinda human if you squint just about right.

Favorite Color: Communist People's Republic Red

Normal Outfit: White T-shirt over dark brown pants.

Armor/Work Attire:
The suit is more worn and scratched than depicted, and is a dull factory gray with chipped paint. Arc-welder burns are evident on the arms and face. These suits are meant to assist in heavy construction in both space and planet-side. Incredibly bulky and slow -which at best can move at about a moderate jog-, but can lift multiple tons. Equipped with welders, drills and a pneumatic rivet gun. Because of its design, it is considerably armored to protect it from kinetic hazards on the construction site or intense heat from various tools and enviroments. That said, it is a far-cry from any dedicated heavy combat suits, unable to withstand sustained heavy kinetic, energy, or explosive damage. It also has a limited power supply, and has a issue with poor internal heat venting.

Weapons: Isaak is simple contruction worker, he only has his suit and tools. That said, he swings a mean powered kinetic hammer.

Personality: While not entirely the brightest bulb in the bunch, Isaak is jovial and carefree, always welcoming a good drink and joke with friends. He is a big lad, and as such has a big appetite for both food and drink. In addition he enjoys a friendly bout, and relishes fights with anybody that can hold their own; whether they be man, woman, big, small, fast, slow, dull or brilliant.

Knowledge and Skill Set: Just a simple contruction worker, takes directions from the foreman whether it be to break down a ceramite wall, or weld together a plastisteel bulkhead. As such he is adept in manual labor and contruction with a very specific knowledge in powered suit operation.

Short History: Born as the 8th son of a large Russian family. His mother and father were workers in a shipyard, contributing to the construction of the vast armada of space vessels and working hard to provide for their extensive family. As he and his siblings grew up they went off in their separate ways, some went to Universities, some became business owners, and others joined the military. Isaak, however, chose to stay close to his family's roots and opted to work for a national construction company that created large and impressive monuments to human ingenuity. Soon enough, using his size and strength he became a steady and veteran asset to the company, eventually receiving a heavy construction suit to enhance his already tremendous strength in order to work on larger and more hazardous projects. Later, while working on an deep space miner that utilized high strength acid to help with the mining process, a tanker storing the dangerous liquids had a main reactor malfunction causing it to explode. Caustic juices and shrapnel peppered the surrounding work site, and Isaak just so happened to be nearby with his back turned receiving the full brunt of the deadly spray. It ate through his suit and finally burning his flesh underneath. By itself it wouldn't be too bad, but a suit being damaged in space would be a death sentence. Depressurized and exposed to solar radiation his number was almost up, but his inherent fortitude kept him alive long enough for EMS drones to find him and get him to a local medical station.
5 years after the incident he stoically returned to his post, and while maintains that the incident is behind him, the comms of dying coworkers and the lingering whisper of death is heavy on his scared back.

Job: Heavy Construction Suit operator: to contribute to the construction of frontier outposts.
Hi, this seems hella interesting! Do we put character apps here or in characters section?
Willard


Another woman?

Willard repeated Cass' words in his head, trying to make sense of it. Rather cryptic to say the least, but at least it may lead him to the right direction. His bones creaked as he sat up from the bench, for now he needed some time to think. A walk. Preferably alone and out of town. He headed back home to fetch a lighter jacket and his car. He drove silently out of town and parked at the edge of the forest. It was against his better judgement to get closer to the Local Wolves' territory, but he needed some time away from it all. He got out of his car and just started wandering, making small notches in the tree bark to lead him back. The relative silence of the forest, contrasted with the storm of words in his head. Constantly making contingencies and plans for the future, potential rebuttals and answers, an all together jumbled mess of loose thoughts. His heart raced as fast as his mind, the revelation of this wolf pack heavy on his mind, always plying an-

*Cluck* *Cluck*

Willard's concentration was broken by poultry. It pecked around, naive and ignorant to the world's troubles. It looked at him and gave a soft crow. Now, Willard wasn't a biologist or anything, but he was pretty sure, domesticated chicken breeds didn't tend to roam the wilds of Canada. He gently picked it up, it didn't seem too startled by him, content to pick at the loose bits of lint on his jacket as he carried it. It had to have come from somewhere, and again Willard wandered through the forest, backtracking the path of his new feathered friend. What he found came to his surprise. A small cabin, the scent of dogs, chickens and... wolves hung in the air. Had he stumbled into one of the wolves' homes? He looked to just place the chicken and run when a uppity Shiba started to bark and yapp at him.

"Shhh...shhh... Easy little guy. Just passing through, don't need to wake the neighborho- ow, shit. Stop that. OW. FU-"

@Fumari

"Why do you need the undertaker now? Did someone die somewhere?"

"Well I certainly hope so, otherwise I wouldn't even consider their partnership. To answer your question, Mister- um... Red, the way I see it, I expect this building to be particularly "lively" in the near future and as such a profitable venture."

He looked back at the saloon and back at the savage, Red here seemed "transfixed". Looked like he seen a ghost. Ha! Manny was rather fair in complexion but hadn't seen looks like that. He chuckled, "What's the matter Red, some spook come up from the ground and scare you? You know morgues typically make sure their clients are dead right?" He laughed, ignorant to how wrong he could possibly be.
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