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I figured I should update my status. Tada!
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N I S Q H O G
Loves Teddy Bears｜Twenty Something｜Can't Speak Russian｜Is Potat
THE MORE AWESOMEST POTATO:
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: chilling is the way to go.
I try to spend minimal effort on things that I don't care about, and procrastination might as well be 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
THE DREAMER:
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.
THE ARTIST:
Used to be something else here, but I'm happy to say that it's replaced because of a positive change. I now work as a full-time 3D artist in the animation industry, churning out shot after shot for some of your favorite game intros and trailers. Can't say anything about them before you even ask, and even though I'm still new to the industry I love it and I already know that this will be my passion for a long time. So hopefully in a few years I'll have a proud portfolio of animations that were done by yours truly that I can show off to all the lovely people of the guild.
THE LOVER OF STUFF:
Now I may 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 serious gamer with capital G. Not as much time for it nowadays, but still true.
- Music: All kinds of electronic music, but I am a sucker for Queen and Powerwolf. Or Breakbot... anything music.
- Anime: We all have an Otaku in us, but it's bigger for some people. For me it's just big enough.
WORDS OF WISDOM:
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.
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@Wildman13 U can post whenever you want
@NecroKnight Where is yo post mah man? You promised me sum sweet pirate ship boarding action. Can't leave me hangin.
@Wildman13 Up next: Spaghetti ara Minotaur.
@Wildman13 Up next: Spaghetti ara Minotaur.
@SophrusI hope you have your writing fingers ready. I hope you will make a decision. This may or may not also be a test of the Mekhar, that may or may not determine your final result.
Edit: I fixed some of the phrasing (Which I know is awful, but its just a side product of typing really fucking fast). Also corrected some typos.
Edit: I fixed some of the phrasing (Which I know is awful, but its just a side product of typing really fucking fast). Also corrected some typos.
@Sophrus
Uncharted Sector
The intolerance of this "Captain Diarg" made the Mekhar captain raise an eyebrow. If he would have the chance, he'd mock this Gargan, but the council was watching their actions. He heard a bleep, and his command screen switched to the face of a council member shrouded in darkness, and many more standing behind him. "Captain, show him our surveillance. Tell them who we are. Share with them our story. See if they will stay insolent after learning some of the truth." The captain nod silently, and opened up the channel to the Gargan ship again.
This time, the face of the Mekhar captain appears on the screen, his voice no longer morphed. A creature that resembles an octopus in many ways, but somehow still looks humanoid enough to be considered more than a monster. A large breathing apparatus is covering some sort of a nostril on his face along with his beak, and his large baloon eyes focus on the screen. He speaks up in a soft tone and his words are all clearly understandable, but his accent with Common still needs a lot of work. "You accuse us of turning a blind eye on the state of the galaxy." He grumbles behind his rebreather and signals to a crew member who activates a few weird looking terminals. "Very well, we shall show you the extent of our sight." The broadcast switches again, this time showing the human's homeworld.
The bustling cities and the vehicles flying above in the shimmering sunlight, and the large crystalline towers that are a reminder of the human's architectural feats. A few holo billboards show recent pirate attacks: one is showing a Gargan ship attack in Sector 17. It is obvious that the footage is realtime, and there are no signs of tinkering in the footage. "This is the core of the EOM. You can almost see the Iron Fortress from this angle." The captain smirks and continues with his monolouge. "We have eyes even in the places that the humans think are the safest in the universe. We can see their diplomatic affairs and we can see their fleet's movements. We can see your mindless rage and fury as you do barbaric acts of aggression against citizens of the EOM who have done no wrong. We can see everything in this universe without a moment's delay."
The footage fades, and the captain's face returns. "You may find us to be advanced in technology, but our technocratic triumph is just a shade of our past selves. We were once a proud race that controled a large portion of a galaxy, far far away. We once thought that the epiphany of our science was the most advanced in the known universe." A grim look takes over the captain's face, and he turns away from teh camera. "But we were wrong. We have been tossed from power by a race even greater. We were also slaves like you, but we broke away and escaped to this galaxy. We were nothing more than humble and silent observers for hundreds of years. But the rampage of the EOM has disturbed our isolation and forced our hands. We know the ramifications of giving lesser races technological advancements, and we don't want to risk getting the same results again. That is why we defend against the EOM in a war of attrition, and that is why we are hesitant to help you. That is why we must see if you are worthy for our technology and knowledge. If you were to lose, our advantage will be gone in a second, and the rest of the galaxy will also stand no chance in the face of the tyrant emperor."
The captain now turns back, his face more serious than before. The rest of the crew watch him silently, and their tentacles are clenched in anguish. Whatever he has to say next, will be a moment the rest of the galaxy will praise or curse for millenias to come. "Gargan, are you truly ready to bear the weight of our knowledge, even if it could mean the end of every sentient life in this galaxy if it falls into the wrong hands? Will you alone, decide the faith of every other race that suffers under the humans tyrannic rule?" The broadcast shows footages of many different worlds revolting against the EOM. A minotaur smashing a spider tank, Yorvans blowing up a church, and geomancers throwing tanks off a cliff. "Are you willing to take all that responsibility alone?"
Uncharted Sector
The intolerance of this "Captain Diarg" made the Mekhar captain raise an eyebrow. If he would have the chance, he'd mock this Gargan, but the council was watching their actions. He heard a bleep, and his command screen switched to the face of a council member shrouded in darkness, and many more standing behind him. "Captain, show him our surveillance. Tell them who we are. Share with them our story. See if they will stay insolent after learning some of the truth." The captain nod silently, and opened up the channel to the Gargan ship again.
This time, the face of the Mekhar captain appears on the screen, his voice no longer morphed. A creature that resembles an octopus in many ways, but somehow still looks humanoid enough to be considered more than a monster. A large breathing apparatus is covering some sort of a nostril on his face along with his beak, and his large baloon eyes focus on the screen. He speaks up in a soft tone and his words are all clearly understandable, but his accent with Common still needs a lot of work. "You accuse us of turning a blind eye on the state of the galaxy." He grumbles behind his rebreather and signals to a crew member who activates a few weird looking terminals. "Very well, we shall show you the extent of our sight." The broadcast switches again, this time showing the human's homeworld.
The bustling cities and the vehicles flying above in the shimmering sunlight, and the large crystalline towers that are a reminder of the human's architectural feats. A few holo billboards show recent pirate attacks: one is showing a Gargan ship attack in Sector 17. It is obvious that the footage is realtime, and there are no signs of tinkering in the footage. "This is the core of the EOM. You can almost see the Iron Fortress from this angle." The captain smirks and continues with his monolouge. "We have eyes even in the places that the humans think are the safest in the universe. We can see their diplomatic affairs and we can see their fleet's movements. We can see your mindless rage and fury as you do barbaric acts of aggression against citizens of the EOM who have done no wrong. We can see everything in this universe without a moment's delay."
The footage fades, and the captain's face returns. "You may find us to be advanced in technology, but our technocratic triumph is just a shade of our past selves. We were once a proud race that controled a large portion of a galaxy, far far away. We once thought that the epiphany of our science was the most advanced in the known universe." A grim look takes over the captain's face, and he turns away from teh camera. "But we were wrong. We have been tossed from power by a race even greater. We were also slaves like you, but we broke away and escaped to this galaxy. We were nothing more than humble and silent observers for hundreds of years. But the rampage of the EOM has disturbed our isolation and forced our hands. We know the ramifications of giving lesser races technological advancements, and we don't want to risk getting the same results again. That is why we defend against the EOM in a war of attrition, and that is why we are hesitant to help you. That is why we must see if you are worthy for our technology and knowledge. If you were to lose, our advantage will be gone in a second, and the rest of the galaxy will also stand no chance in the face of the tyrant emperor."
The captain now turns back, his face more serious than before. The rest of the crew watch him silently, and their tentacles are clenched in anguish. Whatever he has to say next, will be a moment the rest of the galaxy will praise or curse for millenias to come. "Gargan, are you truly ready to bear the weight of our knowledge, even if it could mean the end of every sentient life in this galaxy if it falls into the wrong hands? Will you alone, decide the faith of every other race that suffers under the humans tyrannic rule?" The broadcast shows footages of many different worlds revolting against the EOM. A minotaur smashing a spider tank, Yorvans blowing up a church, and geomancers throwing tanks off a cliff. "Are you willing to take all that responsibility alone?"
@Sophrus
Uncharted Sector
It has been 5 minutes since the Mekhar ship made the jump, and the crew has been waiting patiently for the Gargan ship. However, knowing the power of the EOM fleet on pursue, if they don't appear quick then it may mean that they have been destroyed. You never know with the tech difference between the warp drives how long it takes for them to reach the same destination. The captain sat down in his chair, and looked at a display with a big timer on it. Almost 6 minutes. He sighed and signaled for the pilot to warm up the engines.
But as the engines began rumbling, the Gargan ship suddenly jumped out of the warp. It's a relief that they didn't get blasted to tiny metal pieces. Without much of a delay, the captain opened a direct comms channel with the Gargan ship, voice only, on the point-to-point lasers. "It is a welcoming sight to see that you've escaped the EOM fleet using basic knowledge about the galaxy." Maybe such a smug introduction wasn't the best way to begin diplomatic relations, but this was just one race from the many thousands that the humans have thrown into what is essentially slavery. Jumping into conclusions about their power may lead to further Mekhar deaths. "Gargan, you have proven yourself worthy for a meeting with the Mekhar Independancy. You will be monitored from now on, and your actions will be relayed directly to the Council." The Captain signaled for the crew to get ready, and then continued the message.
"You will have to prove your worth in a set of challenging tasks aimed to determine your potential. If we are to help you, you must show us how YOU can help us, and why we shouldn't help one of the millions of other races that rebel against the EOM." The captain signaled for the pilot who began accelerating the ship towards a nearby asteroid field. "For your first task, we'll see just how good your ships and your skills are. Follow us through the asteroid field without using your warp drives, and we'll talk once you made it across." With that, the Mekhar ship began accelerating rapidly, reaching a lightning fast speed without effort. It would soon fade out of vision from the Gargan ship, waiting for them on the other side of the massive cluster of asteroids. Unbeknownst to the Gargans, a few automated drones have been hidden in the asteroid field as a security measure to protect the Mekhar fringe worlds from intruders. However, the Mekhar have turned off all but the smallest of these drones for the test's duration. A thousand cameras are now watching the performance of the Gargan ship, relaying the feed to the Council of Mekhar.
Uncharted Sector
It has been 5 minutes since the Mekhar ship made the jump, and the crew has been waiting patiently for the Gargan ship. However, knowing the power of the EOM fleet on pursue, if they don't appear quick then it may mean that they have been destroyed. You never know with the tech difference between the warp drives how long it takes for them to reach the same destination. The captain sat down in his chair, and looked at a display with a big timer on it. Almost 6 minutes. He sighed and signaled for the pilot to warm up the engines.
But as the engines began rumbling, the Gargan ship suddenly jumped out of the warp. It's a relief that they didn't get blasted to tiny metal pieces. Without much of a delay, the captain opened a direct comms channel with the Gargan ship, voice only, on the point-to-point lasers. "It is a welcoming sight to see that you've escaped the EOM fleet using basic knowledge about the galaxy." Maybe such a smug introduction wasn't the best way to begin diplomatic relations, but this was just one race from the many thousands that the humans have thrown into what is essentially slavery. Jumping into conclusions about their power may lead to further Mekhar deaths. "Gargan, you have proven yourself worthy for a meeting with the Mekhar Independancy. You will be monitored from now on, and your actions will be relayed directly to the Council." The Captain signaled for the crew to get ready, and then continued the message.
"You will have to prove your worth in a set of challenging tasks aimed to determine your potential. If we are to help you, you must show us how YOU can help us, and why we shouldn't help one of the millions of other races that rebel against the EOM." The captain signaled for the pilot who began accelerating the ship towards a nearby asteroid field. "For your first task, we'll see just how good your ships and your skills are. Follow us through the asteroid field without using your warp drives, and we'll talk once you made it across." With that, the Mekhar ship began accelerating rapidly, reaching a lightning fast speed without effort. It would soon fade out of vision from the Gargan ship, waiting for them on the other side of the massive cluster of asteroids. Unbeknownst to the Gargans, a few automated drones have been hidden in the asteroid field as a security measure to protect the Mekhar fringe worlds from intruders. However, the Mekhar have turned off all but the smallest of these drones for the test's duration. A thousand cameras are now watching the performance of the Gargan ship, relaying the feed to the Council of Mekhar.
I have to admit something to you guys: I haven't been even thinking about the RP for the last 2 days. I am truly sorry, but I started modelling a Panzerkampfwagen 2 Ausf C on Wednesday, and I am still working on it. I will make time in my schedule for the 2 posts tomorrow, but Blender is my new RPG. I hope you can understand.
This doesn't mean that I won't be posting or that I'm going to cancel the RP, it just means that you'll get posts that are a bit shorter. Like 500 words shorter. No biggy.
This doesn't mean that I won't be posting or that I'm going to cancel the RP, it just means that you'll get posts that are a bit shorter. Like 500 words shorter. No biggy.
@Wildman13 I will try and write something for you, but first I must continue my RP with Sophrus.
@Legion02 I absolutely love what you're doing with the Relicants. They are truly adaptable bastards.
@Liotrent Human resistance as in anti-xeno resistance?
This complete revamps of the factions are suerly interesting. I'll have to change my game plans
This complete revamps of the factions are suerly interesting. I'll have to change my game plans
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