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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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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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Yes it's short but fug you
Lee was in the midst of a game of CS:GO when his phone buzzed, unnoticed by him. He was in the midst of liberating a village from it's NATO oppression until a shot rang out, and he was dead. In fact, he wasn't but the adrenaline of the competitive match was a taste of the fear of mortality to come; of course, he wouldn't be calling the person who shot him a "stupid nigger" after he was in fact, dead. Throwing his headphones to the side he grabbed his phone which had a small light flashing red that let him know there was a message. Naturally, Lee was quite shocked to see what he saw and turned on the light whilst staggering all over the room to try and pack what he needed.

He ran around grabbing some doritos and mountain dew, his computer into a backpack, a few guns, a load of cash and his credit cards, miscellaneous drugs and several fake passports, driver licenses and such. He wore a polo shirt and a sweater with it's sleeves rolled up under which was an archetypical police kevlar vest relatively well concealed; he also wore jeans and then put on some motorcycle armour too to be sure. He could have grabbed more but he had not the time so whilst checking his social media and running outside of his hotel room he was panicking. Sweat was dripping off of him as he got to the fresh air and was looking around left and right for some snipers or suspicious lads in suits, probably arousing more suspicion rather than helping him find his killer.

The man scrabbled with his keys honking his car's horn twice and opening the trunk before finally unlocking it. He turned down the radio which he was not in the mood for and drove, really fast. Until proven otherwise safehouse was a bigger trap than a girl with something a foot long dropping from her skirt, and he would not go there yet. He would text the number back: "How do I know this is a safehouse, not my death?" as he drove like mad. He stopped at a gas station awaiting reply whilst filling up his car and a canisters for which wasn't really planning to pay for; this didn't bother him much since moments ago he had broken dozens of traffic laws anyway. He was just glad all the LARP and rich kid shit could come in useful, even if it got him here in the first place.
Oh shit lads I forgot about this, will post soon.
As you can probably see I've worked some of my HFY tropes in there to make the fleshy humans have a chance against the many beasties inhabiting the world. It's nowhere near done and all but I'm proud. I've kept the Teutonic theme/aesthetic whilst having a somewhat Roman (or "Holy Roman" though both had a funny system of elections) means of governing by """electing""" a leader. I've replaced the Empire's steam tanks with holy steam mechs and shit. I've also made some history for the faction, but if anyone wants to work on some common history hit me up with a PM or ping here.

Staring at the bugger what approached him, Vark shot the roof above him to have dust, plaster and whatever else the roof was made of fall upon the other man; he then ejected the clip to have it bounce off the bastard in another show of disrespect. Finishing a reload, he holstered his weapon and looked about and wove a hand to the yet unnamed to him remaining patron of the establishment cursing under his breath. "You've just been forced willfully enlisted into the planet's liberation front, you see lad?"

Instinctively he pulled out his Piphone and after replying to an argument he got on Pootube he switched to browse a few news websites and such. "We don't have much time." he began. "We're a motley crew and shittier heroes I have not seen, but on the other hand villains tend to be lazy fat bastards after a day or two; not enough exercise and healthy vegetables, too much rest. After the week or two we're fighting minions I reckon that he'll 'slip up' as they usually do and we'll get a chance to find 'em, then we can find and fuck them up and take their shit assuming they don't have a big will stored up somewhere. Now, let's go!" he said cheerfully, tapping his staff and summoning the Sword of Wotan. "Adventure awaits!" he shouted, guessing that the group would now have to just go on the road until they bumped into a patrol or something of the likes to kill so that they could reach the next proverbial (or perhaps literal) level.
Short but sweet, just letting know who I picked to bring along with me so y'all don't have the suspenseful waiting.
A humming noise escaped the Confessor as he rapped on the ground a few times with his power-maul; it was an old melody to some marching song of days yore, probably nobody but the Inquisitor would have heard of it and even then, unlikely. The Confessor glanced around, surveying the Sisters before him.

First there was Vitruvia. An... odd young lass, not necessarily quiet nor loud, simply devout and careful. However she seemed just a little too earnest in her torture of the prisoner, and that might very well be a detriment. Next of course, was Lisbeth. Was she righteous, or self-righteous? Zealous or insane? For a delicate matter as his it could completely destroy his attempts to work subtly. However, if he was to really stir up righteousness she could lead by example... then of course there was the last option, Alexa. Perhaps the most reserved and boring in his opinion, although this was in no means a disadvantage since an interesting Sister of Battle had to be viewed from a blast-shield.

After much pondering he pointed a finger to Vitruvia, and then waved a hand in general. "Her, and whoever else can be spared." this was said to generally indicate that he viewed that particular a margin above a certain other Sister for which he had disdain. "Now Lord, just as you we should depart, as quickly as possible. You know best of all I am sure, that there is no time to waste."
Will post soon lads
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