BingTheWing

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

Meanwhile, Jacob didn't really have anything else to arm himself with except a knife, a thin suit of carbon fiber, a submachine gun and a plasma pistol. His real strength was with the Crimson Fang. He stepped into the pilot's cabin, bypassed the DNA code to access the engine, and put on his helmet.

[Opening.....]
[Syncing Flight Helmet 2858256.....]
[Helmet Synced.]
[Welcome to the Crimson Fang's Holographic Interface, Acrobat.]
[Hull Integrity.........100%.]
[Inner Shield........100%.]
[Outer Shield.......96%.]
96%?
Oh. It must've been from the last time he used it.
[Gatling Gun..........2000000000/2000000000.]
[Left Missile Pod.....10/10.]
[Right Missile Pod.....10/10.]
"Computer, set a course for the Lucky Devil Casino."
[Finding destination.....]
[Destination set.]
"Alright, brethren. All aboard!"

The Scarlet Masks

As for the WIPs, I'll look your sheets over when they're done.

The Scarlet Masks

Alright @Metronome, both characters are accepted - AS LONG as you can manage them well enough. If I see one of them's becoming irrelevant, I might kill them off.

Might.
Not will.

Interest checks

Ah, okay. I was mistaken. This subforum is only for technical issues, right?

The Explorers

Bing gingerly sipped what was left of his water supply. He wore a tattered old San Antonio Spurs shirt, now torn and sand-ridden. He had journeyed through what was Free Roleplay, from the multiversal city of Waternaux to the grisly Roman arenas of Gladiators (reboot). It was a long slog. He had saved immense time by taking the "Last Page" warp drive, but he still had to straggle through this... this lifelessness. This empty desert. Suddenly, he tripped. The culprit was an apparent chunk of stone sticking out from the ground. Some writing appeared to be inscribed on it.

"WEREWOLF DISCO HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCE"

His destination. The earliest of the earliest roleplay threads. It would be sheer blasphemy to dig this up. It had to be left hidden. Untouched. But.. But what a priceless find. He saved his current link and quickly ran through the desert, taking the warp drive. He now found himself in the main menu. He immediately took another warp drive.

The neon lights that adorned this party place shone dimly. "MEMBER LOUNGE"

Oh, Mahz. He is absent from the world now... Let us pray he will come back. Bing ran into the party, bumping into various sorts of roleplayers who simply wanted to talk about off-topic stuff. He quickly started a new thread and waved his screen in the air, where the link was saved. "Guys! GUYS! Here! Look at this thread! This is a historical find!"

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/7/posts/ic

The Explorers

"Wait! This belongs in the member lounge! Ta ta, guys!"

The Explorers

Bing gingerly sipped what was left of his water supply. He wore a tattered old San Antonio Spurs shirt, now torn and sand-ridden. He had journeyed through what was Free Roleplay, from the multiversal city of Waternaux to the grisly Roman arenas of Gladiators (reboot). It was a long slog. He had saved immense time by taking the "Last Page" warp drive, but he still had to straggle through this... this lifelessness. This empty desert. Suddenly, he tripped. The culprit was an apparent chunk of stone sticking out from the ground. Some writing appeared to be inscribed on it.

"WEREWOLF DISCO HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCE"

His destination. The earliest of the earliest roleplay threads. It would be sheer blasphemy to dig this up. It had to be left hidden. Untouched. But.. But what a priceless find. He saved his current link and quickly ran through the desert, taking the warp drive. He now found himself in the main menu. He immediately took another warp drive.

The neon lights that adorned this party place shone dimly. "MEMBER LOUNGE"

Oh, Mahz. He is absent from the world now... Let us pray he will come back. Bing ran into the party, bumping into various sorts of roleplayers who simply wanted to talk about off-topic stuff. He quickly started a new thread and waved his screen in the air, where the link was saved. "Guys! GUYS! Here! Look at this thread! This is a historical find!"

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/7/posts/ic

The Scarlet Masks

Always always always taking.

Until a certain point, of course.

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Again, more facts. This is murder.

Btw, waiting for chukkle and bark to react.

Medieval Kingdom

Sorry Yan, but actually Eri's not the one that summoned the fireball. Another hooded true mage did. I'll edit the post appropiately.