Let me see if @Brat432 has any interest
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STATUS: At the age of 30, I got rid of my smart phone and switched back to my flip phone. I've used the same one for the last two years. Battery lasts for a week. 6 yrs ago
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At the age of 30, I got rid of my smart phone and switched back to my flip phone. I've used the same one for the last two years. Battery lasts for a week.
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I was told Avengers was mind-blowing, the best Marvel movie to date. I hear some stuff happens that fans are upset about though. That may change things for some people.
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Meh. I like to bounce around.
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Just because I have a Captain America tattoo on my shoulder, that does not mean I'm a manchild. It's my love for juvenile humor and poor decision-making skills that define my manchildness,,,
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If you don't like Pinkie Pie as a grown-ass man, then you shut your normie mouth and sit the fuck down.
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I'm 32. Married, 3 kids. I've been roleplaying online since I was 14-ish. Started with chat rooms, then forums in my late teens. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice a few years ago after going back to school online following a disastrous attempt at college (18-20) when I first graduated high school. I spent some time bouncing around crappy jobs, then enlisted in the national guard when I was 22. I deployed to Afghanistan about two and a half years later as an airborne infantryman. I came home in 2011 and bounced around a few jobs. I spent a lot of time working as a security officer for the public school system and mentoring young kids that didn't have much in the way of positive adult male figures in their lives. I'm still enlisted, I now work for the marketing department of an insurance company as I strive to purchase a house.
I like to think I specialize in modern, realistic settings, though I'm open to everything if it catches my interest. I have an enthusiastic interest in most forms of combat and a background in mixed martial arts and self-defense, as well as both the use and construction of firearms. I'm a big comic book enthusiast, particularly a fan of Captain America. I read a lot of Vince Flynn's American Assassin series. I play video games when my family gives me the chance, but nothing very serious. I host Dungeons & Dragons at my house every other Sunday with a handful of friends. If I think of anything else, I probably won't add it, but you can sure ask me about myself anytime you like.
I like to think I specialize in modern, realistic settings, though I'm open to everything if it catches my interest. I have an enthusiastic interest in most forms of combat and a background in mixed martial arts and self-defense, as well as both the use and construction of firearms. I'm a big comic book enthusiast, particularly a fan of Captain America. I read a lot of Vince Flynn's American Assassin series. I play video games when my family gives me the chance, but nothing very serious. I host Dungeons & Dragons at my house every other Sunday with a handful of friends. If I think of anything else, I probably won't add it, but you can sure ask me about myself anytime you like.
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So I am open to many different types of settings and plots, but I'm very picky about which ones I join in to. I like games that I can draw from my real-world experiences, but I'm also quite interested in non-realistic settings if the plot is good. I often like to play heroic characters, but I can be quite diverse should the need be there for another role.
I have brought my friend @Brat432 along for the ride, as she's talked about getting back into writing again to help occupy some of her free time.
I've browsed some of the interest checks and I have yet to find anything that really appeals to me. I'm open to jumping in to the middle of an RPG currently running, as long as it doesn't require me to read the entire RPG up to that point to play a new character.
What I'm asking, essentially, is for anyone that's planning on starting a new RPG if they might need a pair of writers eager to play together in an interesting setting and plot.
I have brought my friend @Brat432 along for the ride, as she's talked about getting back into writing again to help occupy some of her free time.
I've browsed some of the interest checks and I have yet to find anything that really appeals to me. I'm open to jumping in to the middle of an RPG currently running, as long as it doesn't require me to read the entire RPG up to that point to play a new character.
What I'm asking, essentially, is for anyone that's planning on starting a new RPG if they might need a pair of writers eager to play together in an interesting setting and plot.
Wait... is it 1879 or 1885?
Also, for the future, would you want to run a WoD style dice system?
I'm interested, but as a gunslinger
Also, for the future, would you want to run a WoD style dice system?
I'm interested, but as a gunslinger
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"Actually," he told her, pleased with her vulnerability and feeling quite special that she felt so comfortable near him, "I was just enjoying being alone with you. We don't have to talk, if you don't want. You don't have to say anything. I don't have to ask any questions."
Doing his best to adjust himself, he sat up in his bed. His injured shoulder ached, but the painkillers he was on made it easier to use, and he was even experimenting putting some weigh on it a little bit. His other arm was kind of useless still, but he was able to shift in bed. As he did, he realized that her narrow waist and body would fit pretty easily into the hospital bed next to him. It was a silly thought- she no doubt dealt with plenty of other patients and made them feel just as comfortable as she did him, and there had to be rules about snuggling with patients- but he couldn't help but scoot his body closer towards her in the chair, making the amount of space next to him in the bed as obvious as possible.
"I like not being alone," he told her, as if he was talking just to fill the silence, "at least, when you're here. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, it would actually be nice to have another person's hand to hold for a little while."
The idea was a spontaneous one- he hadn't planned on asking her anything of the sort until she offered to leave- and he tried to conceal his nervousness in asking the question. Being a patient here made him feel almost like he was anonymous in a new environment. He had already been forced to deal with swallowing his pride due to his injuries and the level of help he needed, and it was almost as if that made him bolder.
Doing his best to adjust himself, he sat up in his bed. His injured shoulder ached, but the painkillers he was on made it easier to use, and he was even experimenting putting some weigh on it a little bit. His other arm was kind of useless still, but he was able to shift in bed. As he did, he realized that her narrow waist and body would fit pretty easily into the hospital bed next to him. It was a silly thought- she no doubt dealt with plenty of other patients and made them feel just as comfortable as she did him, and there had to be rules about snuggling with patients- but he couldn't help but scoot his body closer towards her in the chair, making the amount of space next to him in the bed as obvious as possible.
"I like not being alone," he told her, as if he was talking just to fill the silence, "at least, when you're here. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, it would actually be nice to have another person's hand to hold for a little while."
The idea was a spontaneous one- he hadn't planned on asking her anything of the sort until she offered to leave- and he tried to conceal his nervousness in asking the question. Being a patient here made him feel almost like he was anonymous in a new environment. He had already been forced to deal with swallowing his pride due to his injuries and the level of help he needed, and it was almost as if that made him bolder.
Chambers had been visited during the evening by a surgeon that told him they wanted to take him into surgery in the next few days to help remove some of the shrapnel that was cutting in to his spine. It sounded like they were hoping to return feeling and function to his lower extremities, but the doc was careful to avoid sounding particularly hopeful. Jason didn't know if it was worth getting excited over or not, but he was excited to talk to Celeste about it the next time he saw her. The following morning he'd been awake for a few hours already when she stopped by his room.
"Darling, please," he smiled when he heard her request, "I would take a few minutes with my favorite nurse on my best and worst days."
A noticeably small smile was her only response as she crossed the threshold and arranged the extra coffee she had brought so he could sip it through a straw. Her demeanor was more forced than usual, and the bruising around her neck added to his assessment.
"Rough shift...?" he started, but continued before she had to figure out how to explain what she'd been through for the past 12 hours, "For what it's worth, I learned a long time ago that one of the best ways to deal with someone trying to slip their arm around your throat is to turn your chin towards the crook of their elbow and tuck it so that it gets in the way. It works 90% of the time."
"Darling, please," he smiled when he heard her request, "I would take a few minutes with my favorite nurse on my best and worst days."
A noticeably small smile was her only response as she crossed the threshold and arranged the extra coffee she had brought so he could sip it through a straw. Her demeanor was more forced than usual, and the bruising around her neck added to his assessment.
"Rough shift...?" he started, but continued before she had to figure out how to explain what she'd been through for the past 12 hours, "For what it's worth, I learned a long time ago that one of the best ways to deal with someone trying to slip their arm around your throat is to turn your chin towards the crook of their elbow and tuck it so that it gets in the way. It works 90% of the time."
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After Celeste left, Chambers wasn't sure how to exactly process his infatuation with his nurse. He didn't know how much longer he'd be here, or how unhealthy it was to try to cultivate some kind of relationship. She had totally just touched his cock and balls, and a part of him was incredibly upset that he hadn't even been able to feel it. He tried to push that down, though, and pushed the buttons on the remote for the TV the gorgeous redhead had left in his hand before she left.
There wasn't a lot on, but Jason managed to find a UFC fight that he had missed over the course of the deployment and was being replayed on the Armed Forces Network. Robbie Lawler was a fighter he had remembered watching since the early 2000's, and it was good to see him competing at an elite level again. Watching the fight was a bitter reminder of his own injuries and new limitations, however. He remembered his time in the combatives gym back at home, and the local MMA gym he'd gone to as well. In his younger days, he had actually competed on an amateur level, and seeing two grown men in their physical prime test each other physically in ways that he didn't know he'd ever be able to again.
Midway through the third round, Sergeant Chambers' attractive nurse returned, a tray full of food that smelled fantastic in her hand. Chambers sat quietly while she arranged dinner for the both of them.
"Thank you," he told her before she offered a bite of a hamburger for him. He closed his eyes when he tasted the fresh burger and sighed. It was delicious, and for just a moment, he tried to stop worrying so God damn much about everything and just be a man laying in a hospital bed eating dinner served to him by a beautiful woman who seemed to actually want his company.
As they ate, Jason explained to her his own history with the sport of mixed martial arts while they watched it on tv. She continued to feed him his burger and coke and split her fries with him. It was DFAC food, but it wasn't bad at all. Chambers always thought it was weird that the Army trained cooks, but contracted out their food prep and cooking to civilian agencies. For the rest of the time that he could, he just tried to forget his problems and the future and the past and just be present with Celeste there. It was difficult, but for a few moments in that time frame, he was pretty happy.
There wasn't a lot on, but Jason managed to find a UFC fight that he had missed over the course of the deployment and was being replayed on the Armed Forces Network. Robbie Lawler was a fighter he had remembered watching since the early 2000's, and it was good to see him competing at an elite level again. Watching the fight was a bitter reminder of his own injuries and new limitations, however. He remembered his time in the combatives gym back at home, and the local MMA gym he'd gone to as well. In his younger days, he had actually competed on an amateur level, and seeing two grown men in their physical prime test each other physically in ways that he didn't know he'd ever be able to again.
Midway through the third round, Sergeant Chambers' attractive nurse returned, a tray full of food that smelled fantastic in her hand. Chambers sat quietly while she arranged dinner for the both of them.
"Thank you," he told her before she offered a bite of a hamburger for him. He closed his eyes when he tasted the fresh burger and sighed. It was delicious, and for just a moment, he tried to stop worrying so God damn much about everything and just be a man laying in a hospital bed eating dinner served to him by a beautiful woman who seemed to actually want his company.
As they ate, Jason explained to her his own history with the sport of mixed martial arts while they watched it on tv. She continued to feed him his burger and coke and split her fries with him. It was DFAC food, but it wasn't bad at all. Chambers always thought it was weird that the Army trained cooks, but contracted out their food prep and cooking to civilian agencies. For the rest of the time that he could, he just tried to forget his problems and the future and the past and just be present with Celeste there. It was difficult, but for a few moments in that time frame, he was pretty happy.
It was slow going on the way down to Arkansas. Many of the main roads were flooded with abandoned vehicles, and several times Jason and his ex-wife had been forced to turn around and consult a map to find the best route. In the end, it became apparent that the majority of their travels would have to take place on back roads.
That third night- the first since they'd decided to head south, but the third since they'd stolen the trucks- Jason and his ex-wife slept in shifts. They parked the vehicles in the middle of a field out of sight of the road. It didn't give them a very good tactical advantage, but it did mean that they wouldn't be spotted by anyone just driving by. Luckily, a few coyotes in the distance and the sound and shadowy movement of what Chambers figured were deer were the only things to catch his attention this deep in the country.
The next day the kids woke up early. Knowing that it was rough to keep them in car for so long, they ate some of the MRE's Jason had saved and relaxed before getting back on the road. The kids ran around and burned off some energy while Guinevere turned her phone on to read the news. What she saw confirmed the suspicion that Jason had based his decisions on. The world around them was starting to plummet into chaos.
"Yeah..." Jason commented as she showed him the headlines that popped up on her phone's news feed, "it was time to go. I'm just glad we got out when we did. I'm not even going to turn my phone on. Not until we get somewhere we can stay for a while. By then the phone might not even be working anyway. You should turn yours off for now- save the battery."
Cleaning up the boxes and bags from their breakfast, Jason used a small entrenching tool to dig a little hole and the matches from one of the MRE's to set their trash fire, putting as much of it into one bag as he could fit. It would probably go out after a while, but he wasn't going to bring the garbage with them, and it wouldn't do the environment any good just blowing around.
The next day and night was much of the same- very slow going taking back roads to get where they wanted to go, especially having to turn around several times when they came to dead ends. But it was the next day that they encountered their first real challenge. Coming over a hill, they realized a bridge at the bottom of it was the only way across the creek that ran across their path, but in front of it were four vehicles, set up to block anyone from crossing from either way. As soon as they realized what was going on, a large camper pulled out from behind a barn behind them, parking directly behind them in the road so as to block their escape. Five men stood in front of the vehicles near the bridge, while three more got out of the camper behind them.
"This is bad," Guinevere's voice trembled over the radio, "Real bad. The kids and Grandma are in the car between us. Even if we ran... This is bad."
Jason listened to her while he grabbed the plate carrier loaded with his magazines and tactical equipment and threw it on. They weren't going to let them go without at least taking almost everything they had, and Jason couldn't just run- they'd never get away with all three vehicles. Either way, someone wasn't walking away from this.
That third night- the first since they'd decided to head south, but the third since they'd stolen the trucks- Jason and his ex-wife slept in shifts. They parked the vehicles in the middle of a field out of sight of the road. It didn't give them a very good tactical advantage, but it did mean that they wouldn't be spotted by anyone just driving by. Luckily, a few coyotes in the distance and the sound and shadowy movement of what Chambers figured were deer were the only things to catch his attention this deep in the country.
The next day the kids woke up early. Knowing that it was rough to keep them in car for so long, they ate some of the MRE's Jason had saved and relaxed before getting back on the road. The kids ran around and burned off some energy while Guinevere turned her phone on to read the news. What she saw confirmed the suspicion that Jason had based his decisions on. The world around them was starting to plummet into chaos.
"Yeah..." Jason commented as she showed him the headlines that popped up on her phone's news feed, "it was time to go. I'm just glad we got out when we did. I'm not even going to turn my phone on. Not until we get somewhere we can stay for a while. By then the phone might not even be working anyway. You should turn yours off for now- save the battery."
Cleaning up the boxes and bags from their breakfast, Jason used a small entrenching tool to dig a little hole and the matches from one of the MRE's to set their trash fire, putting as much of it into one bag as he could fit. It would probably go out after a while, but he wasn't going to bring the garbage with them, and it wouldn't do the environment any good just blowing around.
The next day and night was much of the same- very slow going taking back roads to get where they wanted to go, especially having to turn around several times when they came to dead ends. But it was the next day that they encountered their first real challenge. Coming over a hill, they realized a bridge at the bottom of it was the only way across the creek that ran across their path, but in front of it were four vehicles, set up to block anyone from crossing from either way. As soon as they realized what was going on, a large camper pulled out from behind a barn behind them, parking directly behind them in the road so as to block their escape. Five men stood in front of the vehicles near the bridge, while three more got out of the camper behind them.
"This is bad," Guinevere's voice trembled over the radio, "Real bad. The kids and Grandma are in the car between us. Even if we ran... This is bad."
Jason listened to her while he grabbed the plate carrier loaded with his magazines and tactical equipment and threw it on. They weren't going to let them go without at least taking almost everything they had, and Jason couldn't just run- they'd never get away with all three vehicles. Either way, someone wasn't walking away from this.
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