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2 mos ago
Current me wanting to play out shit from a setting from around 2010 that only europeans know...
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2 mos ago
what did he mean by this
6 mos ago
the issue is them king your thread was great (i didnt read it)
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1 yr ago
no fucking way
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1 yr ago
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.

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@ZelosseWhat the chapter did before M41
The Ghlukhovsky ones? Sheeeeeeeit yeah!
@POOHEAD189
Brown hair goes poorly with my sewer green eyes :[

Wish I had blond hair :/
The Scotsman dismounted his horse, groaning with effort to carry his cuirass. It was certainly annoying to carry around as a civilian, especially in all the heat but he was damned if he was going to let someone stab him in the back or some squirrel-gun toting cowboy trying to take him as easy pickings just because he was too lazy to wear it. He went to the general store to buy some cartridges for his revolver along with some powder, shot and oxidized paper to create the massive cartridges for his howdah pistol. He would go to the cheapest stable but in it give a lot of money with a little extra for the owner to keep quiet. Finally, he went to the old Mary-Ann inn. He didn't get a room, merely getting himself scotch and looking about the place. His face was extremely sunburned because he had not worn his hat, a lesson he would never forget. Sipping his scotch he would place his revolver and sword on the table for instant access should he need it while he happily rolled himself some cartridges for his howdah pistol. This was the Wild West after all.

Satisfied he motioned to the bar-man to come over, the man no doubt certain that a man with a Scottish accent this far west would have some money. "Psst, this place is safe, right? No Mexican bandits nor Indians raiding, right?" he asked, keeping a weary eye out. Pinkerton was one of the places he had invested in when the civil war broke out, and he was hoping old deeds could be at least of some worth.
@Leidenschaft@Roosan
The post lost a lot of it's meat but at least it's optimal in content. Take a gander.
Alright the speed-dial mention gave me an idea, Victor'll pretend to be calling a friend, Ben can keep creeping in the shadows..
@RoosanSorry, I just couldn't see the point of him staying if he wasn't to help out. Oh well, I can edit if really needed.
In The Forsaken 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"Yeah yeah yeah!" he said when told to do as told. He thought he was in control of the situation, smiling arrogantly. Oh how wrong he was. They went through a cold dark clearing, passing corpses as they did so. Wonderful. He didn't bother commenting as they were pushed into a village and various remarks made, simply giving the noble a sarcastic wave/

He tried to resist a little when locked up but then stared at Otto, then at his feet. "If it comes down to it, I risked it and I will risk my life for ya again mate, but it seems like I might be the only one to make it out of this mess." he stated, knowing that while it was a good thing to not give a man false hope, it may not be taken so gracefully. Then he tucked his head in to minimize the forthcoming humiliation.

As Leonid was unlocked and lead into a building, he made sure to let some of the manure and excrement upon him fall down on the noble's floor if he could. Spite always made one's soul calm, even if it seemed to do the opposite. The Prussian gave a light chuckle when asked why not to be killed and looked about making sure those outside would not hear him. "Well your mates needed help passing some patrols, I heard." he said plainly, knowing it was probably a lie and the noble had wholly different motives.
In Just Us 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Erklings25Anything really, apart from a dad or old man which were taken I have no preference.
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