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17 days ago
Current the ad spam isn't that much of a problem in terms of covering content. but its a hurtful reminder that the many algorithms that decide what ads to serve think I am the kind of person to gamble
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22 days ago
do it just don't spam
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2 yrs ago
All the things u thought were cool and good as a kid are actually cool and good. The snobby shit you learn as an adult is cringe, fake counterculture. Embrace reducing everything to infantile terms
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2 yrs ago
I'm a descendant of Charles the 5th of the Habsburgs but the only thing I inherited was the beautiful jaw
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2 yrs ago
something more important than this shitty war is happening its chris chan's birthday
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If you enjoy my posts then consider pressing here to see my 1x1 interest check. Now listen to the tale of a man far from home longing to see its greens again.



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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Hi, I just wanted to practice my fighting. It would be mostly sword play of all sorts, with variable eras to pick what you are carrying from. I'd like for this to be a continuous thing so the moment one fight is over the next one begins right away. Neither person would get any real advantage of their characters we would have identical height, limb length, muscularity, endurance, etc. The only difference would be in what we're packing i.e. I decided to nab a halberd and you nabbed a falchion with a heater shield, me full plate and gambeson you gambeson and chainmail. Any takers?
@Dusty hop in the discord lad
Chapter 1 - Deo Gratia


Where we meet new friends - Lord Hetman Dar es Kalar faces a dilemma - Wherein Colonel Igor Heintder's message gives solace to its audience - Preparations are made.

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It was a calm trip through the warp that His Benevolence experienced, veteran navigators and astropaths guiding its passage through the great ocean. It was a transport ship, one of the great whales of the Imperium carrying millions of men, thousands of tanks and flyers, quadrillions of units of ammunition and equipment. However, as of yet this is of little interest. Our story truly begins in the officers lounge near the starboard battery. Soft music can be heard, discussion of battle plans or more simple talk. A Catachan was arguing with a Kriegsman and threatening to rip off his mask. A Vostroyan and Tallarn compared the masterwork of their blades. Men pored over great maps, while others sipped wine and relaxed knowing soon the real deal would begin in but a few days.



Lord Hetman Dar es Kalar was in one part of this officer's lounge. He was at quite a large table chewing a thick sweet stick. He was overseeing command of the whole front, and it was a nasty business. Not only were the Dark Mechanicus clever and analytical yet paradoxically unpredictable, he knew every day this front remained open there were millions of soldiers unable to receive aid in fighting the perfidious Tau. Thus, a swift takeover was expected. Yet, while swift he was also expected to keep the industry present intact. It took the Administratum Scribe before him three polite coughs to actually get his attention. He was informed that the error in transcription was resolved, and he indeed would be receiving several more regiments than previously accounted for. Lord Kalar beamed with glee at this, and sent out pages to call the men over for a chat. There was no rush for there were still several more days for discussion. With them his job had become somewhat easier, but he needed to sort out where he would deploy these regiments.
Horacio would wince at each shot used upon the traitors. It might seem almost ironic considering moments ago his shotgun was turning men into red mist but to him it wasn't. After a battle there was to be peace, serenity. But for some, the battle had never truly ended. Still, he followed calmly with his shotgun held at his hip. It was quite spontaneous and he didn't notice how humming turned into hymn, but it did. It was a popular song he sang with soldiers; while not the High-Gothic of document and scripture it was still a faithful, pleasant, and homely song, one which perhaps some of the Sisters might know but not admit to knowing or join in on depending of the convent they grew up in.

Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Emperor and swing into position
Can't afford to be a politician
Praise the Emperor, we're all between perdition
And the deep blue sea
Yes the sky pilot said it
Ya gotta give him credit
For a son-of-a-gun of a gunner was he....
Shouting Praise the Emperor, we're on a mighty mission
All aboard, we ain't a-goin' fishin'
Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free....


Quite abruptly he was startled when the heat-signature was called out. Horacio didn't have a helmet, just a rebreather which if anything removed two of his sense and made detection of the inner-ship creepy crawlies difficult. Not a professional soldier (even if a tolerable shot) and thus possessing little trigger discipline it was only the active safety that made a few quick accidental pulls go clack-clack. "Bloody 'ell." He muttered as he saw the creation before him. He'd seen Ogryns, Beastmen, Ratlings, Psykers Scalies, even more rare specimens like Felinids, Blanks and Squats. But this was a new curse wrought upon man.

Still, he'd cared for men possessing all sorts of plagues. He held the hand of a man that had half his head squashed by a traitorous sledge-hammer in his death throes and so there was no difficult radiating an affable smile to the man.

Once 'Gruk' went off to speak with his kin, it would seem the proverbial ball fell to him as Victorine spoke. Caught off guard he twiddled his robes, suddenly somewhat self-conscious that he was in his fuzzy slippers and sleepwear. He gave a pained sigh, and shrugged. "By the Emperor's hand, it should be thus: Gruk will aid us in discovering our wretched enemy. If at any moment he is suspected of trickery you will destroy him, but in the case your suspicions were unfounded it be best that in honour of his ultimate loyalty you kill him and his kin instantly, before they may even sense fear - even if he is a heretic, him sensing fear before death will still hurt our cause." he added, both placation and a dare to contest his recommendation to those more puritan in the party. "Of course, we may not leave him alone here. He will reveal the full extent of the underclass living aboard the ship, and be expected to provide some sort of proof that he is indeed faithful to the God-Emperor or be provided short time to acknowledge him as his one true God should it be the case they were not even aware of our wondrous Lord in this ignorant recess. In addition, a Genetor, a Magos Biologis will examine him and his kind to determine if they are still within the fold of humanity, I shall not have one determine genetics by the glance of the eye whilst my consciousness remains pure. Should he be determined impure, then once again the purge best be swift with no time for fear or sorrow to arise. If he however does remain true to man's nature then he and his kin will be expected to integrate with the vessel appropriate. Learn High-Gothic, receive jobs. They may stick to their kind but enclaves and exclaves will not be tolerated." Another though arose but he squashed it, already exhausted by the swift efforts of iteration he had to force out of himself. Lazily his tired eyes scanned for the reactions of those present. His long words were necessary to convey the truth that he knew in his heart but, they also had the purpose of pressing the party for time. The zealots would not have time to speak what with Gruk by now most likely being about to return, and it hopefully meant only the calm, concise voices would be raised.
Get ready for "barstool economics" to be posted in 3... 2... 1...
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Socially I am very liberal; I don't care what you do so long as it isn't hurting anyone; I don't think the government has a right to tell you what to do with your body, ect. In that sense I identify more with the democratic party, but that doesn't mean I like the party as a whole. The mainstream, establishment branch of the party is full of corporatist neo-liberals who are in a lot of ways closer to the right-wing than they are to being actual left-wingers; I don't think the mainstream Democratic Party goes far enough left (cue horror screams) when it comes to certain issues, as evident by the way they try to tear people like Bernie Sanders down whenever he tries to argue for free healthcare and college, and how they're trying to do the same to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Socially I think the party is mostly on the right track, at least compared to the right-wing who is still having temper tantrums over things like gay marriage.


Lol how are neolibs "right wing"

Hardmode: answer without referring to the cucking of Bernie Sanders
i don't think anyone's going to kill him now that he's pinned since GM will give us our enemy soon probably. Besides I won't kill dirk just kick him in the balls.
you can have economic social corporatism without the retarded bits that aren't actually part of the economy, i.e. promoting natalism of natives so you don't have to import third world rapefugees en masse. if money used for le tolerance classes and to uplift rocket scientists in wakanda was used at home it would most certainly be a sustainable system.
Tfw nordic social corporatism
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