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2 mos ago
Current Gives more emojis than receives
2 mos ago
Filled with creative ideas, but too lazy to open Blender. Story of my life.
3 mos ago
21 Days ago I updated my profile picture and stated that it is kawaii. 21 later I still think so.
3 mos ago
Yay, new profile picture! So kawaii :3
4 mos ago
UGH, I need a better GPU, rendering takes FOREVER.


Mое описание

Male|Twenty|Not Actually Russian


Let me properly introduce myself. I am Sir Spud the Fourth, and I have been a potato for the longest time ever. I never denied it to be completely honest, but it is only recently that I embraced it. Now I have evolved from a simple couch potato to a fully grown royal potato. A dapper kawaii potato. And I dare say, knowing that you are a spud, makes life a lot easier. Just chill and let everyone else care about all their meaningless things because at the end of the day you'll know: you don't care.

I try to spend minimal effort on things that I don't care about, and procrastination is my middle name. But that doesn't mean I ONLY rest. Sometimes a 'tato gotta do what a 'tato gotta do. And if that something happens to be things I like, then you cannot find anyone better than me. I am an omnipotent being capable of virtually any task to a limited degree, and I am not shy to admit it. I may not be the MOST AWESOMEST in a thing, but I am sure as hell MORE AWESOMEST than most people are at everything. But hey, I'm not here to brag, even if I am probabaly better at it than you


All those nights laying in my couch, I thought about the cool shit that I cannot do. That I cannot see. But I pictured them in front of myself like they were real, and that infuraited me. Then I found the Guild, and I lived happily after. I have been on the site for 2 years now, and I have seen many RPs, and played with many people. I wish I have found the site earlier, but I am glad that I've even found it. Now all those fantasies can be written down and my mind can rest at ease at night, without being constantly troubled by ideas.

When I RP, I love myself some good Sci-Fi or Fantasy. But hey I am filthy casual, I can go for anything with an interesting setting. I don't trouble myself on small details if the plot is good, but if you get somwthing wrong you can expect me to tell you about it. Some even go as far as to think that I am angry or something, but I am too chill for that. If anything I'm more of the funny type, so you can expect me to try and write some shitty jokes or post memes I found on the internet. Anyways, you'll see what I mean when we RP together.


I won't lie when I say that alongside RPing, I have one more serious hobby. I fell in love with 3D art the moment I learned about it. At first, I tried to convey my amazing ideas onto paper, but they never really worked out. So instead I turned towards modelling stuff on the PC. I began learning the fundamentals of 3D art about 2 motnhs ago, and I've been doing things related to it almost every day. You can never learn enough about these things, and I aspire to be a professional 3D artist.

I like to test my limits, so if you have any suggestions for a 3D artwork that I should work on next, feel free to PM me your idea! If you also happen to be a struggling hobby artist who uses Photoshop and a drawing board, I am sure we could work together to make some cool things. But enough advertising, that's enough about my hobbies.


Now I amy have hobbies like the above mentioned, but there are some more things that I love in life. Here is a handy list of things you can always talk about with me:

  • Gaming: This one I am quite proud of, I'm a seriously good player
  • Music: Electronic, Glitch Hop, Chiptune, Dubstep
  • Airsoft: Jumping into military uniforms and shooting other people with small plastic bullets is really fun
  • Anime: We all have an Otaku in us


Be chill folks, getting fed up about stuff is a recipe for disaster. You gotta learn to be patient and let things go, or you'll end up a wrinkly old man/woman with only bad memories about life. Even if you do fuck-all every day, you can live a content life by taking things easy. With that said, as always, stay safe and stay classy.

Most Recent Posts

Within the Vault

Mak'shaL stared coldly at the walls of the tunnel in which the elevator descended. He seemed to have spaced out during the descent. Nyugen opened a secure comms with his squad leaders and sent a short encrypted message. "Be careful. Watch the others." It wasn't much, but he didn't want to risk the Gensathi decoding their message. He waited for a few seconds, but they didn't move. That either meant they didn't decrypt the message, or they simply didn't want to act without command. He slowly shifted closer towards the middle of the group, hoping that he could organize a breakout attempt better if things go sour.

And they went sour fast. A few minutes into the descent, they psychich force seemed to have all but left their bodies and the troops were starting to regain their vigor. The covenant troops seized this oppurtinity to try and break out. Despite being locked in a close space with little space for their unwieldy weapons to be properly used, the manaics still decided to face the Hirule. Nyugen shouted into the intercooms as he readied his pistol: the only weapon he could use in such a crowd. "Phalanx formation!" The Vixar began to power up their shields and line up, but they had little time to properly organized themselves. As the first of the Jiralhanae began their assault, the Genshati on the outside of the circle opened fire indiscriminately. At the same time, Mak'shaL pulled out two iconic batons from under his robes and unleashed a flurry of attacks at anyone near them. "Hit the dirt!"

With the Hirule and the Genshti shooting at the others in the elevator from both sides, there was little chance to survive. However, both Misa and the captives were kept safely behind the Genshati lines, their safety ensured by the captors. When the Genshati stopped firing, most of both forces lied dead on the floor. Nyugen and about two dozen Vixar still drew breath, crouching with their heads down amongst their dead allies. Nyugen didn't see the covenant forces, but he was sure they took heavy casualties as well.

He could only sense the elevator slowing down, as it amde it's final descent into the Gashathi Sancturay. Light flooded the shaft as the elevator descended into the middle of a grand hall dressed in white, supported by 30 meter tall columns decorated with ancient motives. The room was extremely big, from one end to the other about 200 meters long. The walls were lined with machinery and cryo-pods containing the servitor races. Mak'shaL stepped off the elevator, and gestured for the survovrs to follow. "I must see to final preparations. If you imbeciles have learnt anything from the death of your comrades, you won't try anything stupid until I come back." He headed off towards a massive gilded ddor in the distance, and the Gensathi escorted the rest of the group off the elevator for safekeeping.

Main Hangar

Kindal could not beleive how stubborn this alien was. But so be it. If this "Covenant" wanted to do this the hard way, then Kindal will give them the fight of their life. The Overseer wished to talk to Muriel, but she had already left to make plans for the future. Kindal turned towards the Kyrians and bowed deeply. "Despite this meeting's failure to achiev progress, I hope that we can develop friendly relations in the future. The Gashathi are ALWAYS looking for allies."

Once Kindal was inside the cockpit of the Corvette he could finally relax his muscles. He seated himself in the central chair and took of hiss mask to remove his breathin and translator gear. He took a deep breath from the air before adressing the pilot. "Are we ready to go?" The pilot signaled with his thumbs up, and the ship shook for a second as the magnetic docking clamps disengaged. Kindal didn't hear what the pilot was saying, but he was sure that he was consulting with flight control. Soon enough the ship finally began to move and left the hangar. They didn't go too far from the ship when the familiar sound of the SDD began to echo through the small ship. The warning lights truned on, and Kindal made sure to tighten his safety belts.

The transition from point A to B was seamless. One second he was looking at the strange alien architecture of the Destiny and the other second he was enjoying the sight of the familar curves that made up the Gem. The Corvette stopped moving as it spooled it's engines. Kindal quickly sent a point-to-point message to the Gem as he was waiting for their arrival at the home base. "We're switching to plan B. Initiate phase 1 of Operation "Fallen God"."

@Clever Hans Uhh, what, who are....Ooooohhhhh, I mean HEYYYY GUYS! *Totally didn't forget to subscribe to topic and receive notification*

I'm downloading the move right now. Since it is a pre-requesite I feel like it would be a douche thing to not watch it.
Hey, nothing better than some good old fashioned orbital bombardement.
@VerusEbullioSounds neato.
@Clever Hans Oh boy, free tostada lunch platters! Where can I sign up?
@VerusEbullio So, a superhero RP?
@Eventua NP mate. Take care.
@Wildman13 Definetly
@Eventua Try to explain your plans and set them up. You may execute them if you wish, but giving me a comprehensive overlook of your plans and letting me execute the final action is probably better. Unless you want a 5 star wanted level pretty soon.
Episode 1:
Embers of rebellion

For centuries, humans have rules over this segment of the known universe. Their iron fist firmly grasped upon our necks as the heel of their marching shoes shakes the very foundations of our planets. Their governement thinks of us as second rate citizens, and treats us as slaves. We live under curfew and martial law with soldiers beating up our men and raping our women. But brothers, how long must we suffer under the opression of humans? How long can we go as a race until we are thrown into the abyss by the humans? We have fought wars before them, but we must set aside our differences if we are to survive! Their revered Emperor has not spoken in two centuries, and their morale has surely wavered since the annoucements stopped. Their Emperor- No, GOD is dead, and it is our time to strike at the heart of villany in our galaxy. The humans must go, and so does their Empire. Unite, bretheren of the Triangulumn for we strive to for victory. The Great War should be our last, whether we win or lose. -Unknown Prophet

Rarian Space

The ships of the EOM fly above Raria. Hundreds of traders come and go to unload their supplies and take away the riches of the planet. The old terraforming station looms in orbit as it casts a menacing shadow on the cloudy sky below. Indistinct radio chatter fills the air as people do their business. They are unaware of the horrors that are about to come in the ensuing months. Just another rainy day on an Agrarian planet to most, but the Empire has already set in motion a chain of actions that will irreversibly change the furute of the galaxy. Operation CASCADE has begun.

On the surface

The door slams open as the gust of wind assists the entering person and blows in the rain. The man in the raincoat hurries inside and forces the door to close. After much strain the door finally snaps back to its place and the maglocks secure the flimsy structure. The room is a small, ill-equipped locker room. There are already a few coats hanging from a wooden frame. The man puts his own next to the others and puts a broken umbrella down in the corner. A voice yells at the newly arrived from beyond a shaky doorway. "What took you so long. Get over here already." The man sighs and hurries over to the voice.

The room that he enters is dimly lit by a halogen lamp. The faint light it sheds on the room reveals a poker table and 5 other men playing a card game. The smell of burning cigar is thick in the air and makes the lungs ache. The man sits down at the only empty seat, and picks up a hand of cards that has been dealt to him already. They begin to play another round. The other five are all wearing military uniforms decorated with insignias of different marine corps. The weight of the medals on his shirt reminds the man that he is one of the soldiers. The peace of mind given by the outside weather falls apart as the harsh reality of the situation begins to sink in. They fold cards, and turn their attention to the newly arrived. A man in a staunch imperialist uniform speaks up.

"Jack, I'm glad you made it." The others nod and the man continues. "During the next week, we will begin to gradually change the rules of the game. Raria wil be our first score, but we will march in glory to the Iron Throne and inspire others to follow us." He reaches into his uniform and takes out a small letter and places it onto the table. "The letter inside contains all the information you need to know about the operation. Meet us two days from now on the abandoned terraforming station in orbit." Jack nods ans tands up to take his leave. The man who spoke up smokes his cigar and exhales a large puff of smoke illuminated by the lamp. "Oh, and Jack. Don't go around telling this to anyone else. Not good for business, if you understand."

Jack leaves the building, the cheap raincoat shimmering from the heavy rain. He begins to walk down the road in the outskirts of the Capital, his back turned towards the lights of imperial governement building and the praying eyes of the glory battleship. A few drones fly overhead but don't stop. Maybe not now, but the ships in orbit are already gathering. The prophets of the Triangulum have started to speak to those who listen, spreading their lies about the follies of mankind. The may not be asked now, but a few days or weeks now and every xeno will be monitored by a drone. They may yet hold meetings, but the curfews will soon start to appear in the galaxy. Jack looks up at the clouds as they start to clear brighen up the sky. The parchement in his hand shines as the light of the moon glances off the rebellion's single-headed eagle insignia. On this fated night, the galaxy will begin to change.
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