Drugs are good, but Frenzon is best. Need to be able to rip those cannibal chickens apart with your bare hands see.
Andreyich
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STATUS: me wanting to play out shit from a setting from around 2010 that only europeans know... 2 mos ago
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me wanting to play out shit from a setting from around 2010 that only europeans know...
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what did he mean by this
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the issue is them king your thread was great (i didnt read it)
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no fucking way
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while tru, quantity != quality, the fact is there's enough good writers out there with diverse enough interests to fit most niches apart from the unrealistically specific i.e. kitten beheading RP
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About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.
About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.
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John hummed to himself, having not much to say to the others. He did not know what his greatest kill was, it was so hard to tell if his rain of plasteel or one of his comrades killed the enemies that were approaching them. Besides, over the great time fighting he did not remember all the various greenskins turned into a thin red mist thanks to him. Besides, he was busy praying and repeating his thoughts of the day. He had only forgotten one of the many thousands of them this time, and made a careful mark with his Cadian patter mono-knife (keeping the funny thing they were issued among his other gear) upon his arm, the blood drying quickly. He rolled up his sleeves, and put on his gas-mask, tightening it and taking a few experimental breaths. Satisfied, he let the barrels of his heavy-weapon spin quietly. They would deploy soon and John would return to his usual cycle: blasting a his enemies, running out of ammunition, and then charging forth to disembowel them hoping none of them were quick or strong enough to end him in the process.
It was at this point he noticed his hands shaking once more. With a groan he reached in his pocket for some of the combat drugs he managed to procure. There were many, but he grinned at the sight of his favourite; frenzon. He let the stuff go into his vains, and then stared at his arms which were finally still. Then he slowly started to breath, giggling a little madly. The enemies of man would not see the face of who ripped out their spine and head to use as a morning star to hit their friends with. It was going to be a delight, serving the Emperor in the best way imaginable. Feeney just hoped that they would get into the fight soon, his knuckles were itching, not to speak of his trigger finger.
His grunts began to get more frequent, his scarred arms while not shaking would rise up and down with the heavy breathing getting faster and faster. He was looking forward to it so much. Perhaps even, he could end up getting the Emperor's peace today. He now let the barrels of his weapon spin freely at full-speed. He did not know of the enemies he would have to face, and the great restraint from charging he would have to find within himself.
It was at this point he noticed his hands shaking once more. With a groan he reached in his pocket for some of the combat drugs he managed to procure. There were many, but he grinned at the sight of his favourite; frenzon. He let the stuff go into his vains, and then stared at his arms which were finally still. Then he slowly started to breath, giggling a little madly. The enemies of man would not see the face of who ripped out their spine and head to use as a morning star to hit their friends with. It was going to be a delight, serving the Emperor in the best way imaginable. Feeney just hoped that they would get into the fight soon, his knuckles were itching, not to speak of his trigger finger.
His grunts began to get more frequent, his scarred arms while not shaking would rise up and down with the heavy breathing getting faster and faster. He was looking forward to it so much. Perhaps even, he could end up getting the Emperor's peace today. He now let the barrels of his weapon spin freely at full-speed. He did not know of the enemies he would have to face, and the great restraint from charging he would have to find within himself.
Brokk grinned at the sight of the Drengi arriving, his nose curling at the smell of Bugman's any Dawi can recognise from miles away. "Greetings Slayer, looking to find your death are ya?" he asked Sketti in Khazalid. When the Priest of Ranald walked in he nodded and thought of the question he made. Switching to a broken Reikspiel he began to reply. "I'm the oldest here I reckon. I outsmarted Forest Grobi, Wutelgi Waywatchers, the ratmen (with a glare to the humans who did not believe in their existence) and Beastmen in their own game of deviousness. Unless anyone here wants otherwise, I think I'll be the leader. Any objections?" he asked. He thought that perhaps the Slayer was older and simply dyed his hair red, but his body did not seem to be as aged as his.
Upon the speech of the Bretonnian he chuckled. It was an umgi thing to have a conversation without having a name. After all, a conversation like that was not as honest, and manlings were not naturally as honest, no matter how hard they tried. "Aye, gold-lust was my biggest interest." he told the Knight. "But seeing the world is a wonder is it not? I thought that this was the best way to do it, since I would also be getting paid for it. I can eat all the foreign foods and delicacies, I can play chess with rich gits all over, puff the finest pipes, so on and so forth." Blowing out a ring of smoke from his pipe he decided to add: "My name's Brokk. Brokk Ghammarad, Ranger of Everpeak-Zhufbar-Karak Izor. Who're you all?" he asked, genuinely curious. They were quite the motley crew he had to admit. Even within the same species, the two Dwarfs could not have had a greater difference.
He decided to give some taps of Hammertongue to the Slayer too, wondering if he knew it, saying "Miner, Engineer or Ranger?" those groups being that only ones that usually knew it.
Upon the speech of the Bretonnian he chuckled. It was an umgi thing to have a conversation without having a name. After all, a conversation like that was not as honest, and manlings were not naturally as honest, no matter how hard they tried. "Aye, gold-lust was my biggest interest." he told the Knight. "But seeing the world is a wonder is it not? I thought that this was the best way to do it, since I would also be getting paid for it. I can eat all the foreign foods and delicacies, I can play chess with rich gits all over, puff the finest pipes, so on and so forth." Blowing out a ring of smoke from his pipe he decided to add: "My name's Brokk. Brokk Ghammarad, Ranger of Everpeak-Zhufbar-Karak Izor. Who're you all?" he asked, genuinely curious. They were quite the motley crew he had to admit. Even within the same species, the two Dwarfs could not have had a greater difference.
He decided to give some taps of Hammertongue to the Slayer too, wondering if he knew it, saying "Miner, Engineer or Ranger?" those groups being that only ones that usually knew it.
I'll post very soon, ranging from right now to tomorrow.
@Maxwell
I am the one who literally asked if we can get some char interaction in. I'm just waiting for bright ops so we can start the post order.
I am the one who literally asked if we can get some char interaction in. I'm just waiting for bright ops so we can start the post order.
If the elf just pops in the Dawi (and perhaps the others too) will leave him with a two dimensional head, I think
@POOHEAD189
You made it seem the others were rude but all is fine now.
@CelticSoldier
Are we allowed to do some character interaction?
You made it seem the others were rude but all is fine now.
@CelticSoldier
Are we allowed to do some character interaction?
I don't think they're trying to be abrasive, just telling you D:
@DrunkasaurusRex
Yeah that did confuse me a bit.
Yeah that did confuse me a bit.
He might have seen you from the side, and Dwarfs have great night vision. I guess it depends what side of the roof you are, and f where he comes.
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