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Ashevelendar's RP List ( Ignore post count , please )

@Ashevelendar Prison ship sounds like a fun idea, how much do you have so far in terms of plot or the such?

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

@knighthawk As a Canadian in real life, this is wonderful.

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

@Vulkan Those fucking canadians and their bagged milk and their mooses and their "eh" and their "aboot" and their "Büts" and their hockey and their syrup and their "Metis" and their lumberjacks and their gold and oil and their wood and their eskimos and their "First Nations" and their "Hoser" and their "Don't cha' know?" And their Great Slave Lake and their Salmon Arm and their beer and their Canadian shield and their Hudson's bay and their James' bay and their "Loonies" and "Toonies" and their bad cartoons and their weird accents and their "Tabernac" and their Shawinigan Handshake and their Oil Sands and their monopoly money and their leader with nice hair and their Avro Arrow and their bullshit ass FUCK!

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

@rocketrobie2 I wish I had talent so I could edit Fission into this picture here

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

@The Kid Lantern Try mentioning some of them.

A Game Of Eras

Fes

Name - Fes

Gender - Male

Appearance - Built like a barrel and twice as wide, Fes is around 5'9", weighing around two hundred and ten pounds. Fes has a small, red, piggish nose and a long black beard that consumes his upper lip. His hair is a mess of black curls that fall down the sides of his head in a black brambly mess. His eyes are a dull brown.

Stats

These will be managed solely by the GM / Co-GM(s). Meaning we shall tell you when to update your stats.

Strength - 1

Agility - 1

Charisma - 1

Intelligence - 1

Era - Neanderthal ( this will be changed accordingly to the current era )

A Game Of Eras

Fes

Name - Fes

Gender - Male

Appearance - Built like a barrel and twice as wide, Fes is around 5'9", weighing around two hundred and ten pounds. Fes has a small, red, piggish nose and a long black beard that consumes his upper lip. His hair is a mess of black curls that fall down the sides of his head in a black brambly mess. His eyes are a dull brown.

Stats

These will be managed solely by the GM / Co-GM(s). Meaning we shall tell you when to update your stats.

Strength - 1

Agility - 1

Charisma - 1

Intelligence - 1

Era - Neanderthal ( this will be changed accordingly to the current era )

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

Paul stood slowly, his suit shooting out air from his back noisily. That wasn't good, he realized, damn Chinaman suit, couldn't they make anything right? He shook the dust off his shoulders and went to crack his knuckles, stopping as he realized he had no knuckles to crack, instead he made the sounds with his mouth. Yeah, that's cool, America, woo.

Someone had managed to get the bus away from the woman while he was down, and even though it pained his heart to do so, he knew he had to beat her down, perhaps even to death. She was strong, yes, but he was stronger, and he wasn't some third rate German knockoff of the old heroes from the forties. His hands warped the air around them due to the immense heat they began to let off, Paul closed them tightly, creating a satisfying rubber stretching sound that probably only he could hear.

Alright, enough preparations... nah, not yet, he was a real American hero! He had to show that! Holding out his hands, he blasted the ground around him, sending up a small dust cloud that silhouetted his heroic build, his awesome abs, his wing-like lats, and of course, his devilishly handsome red face. Jumping out of the cloud with hands on hips, he held out a finger while snapping his other hand.

"Hey bitch!" He said, his wrist board-like in stiffness.

"You've made the wrong decision coming here, with all your Commie friends and your hubbie speedy over there... and a little over there. But enough of him, because he went down like a chump! You ever seen a boxing match where it's one punch and he's done? It was a little like that, but his head went boom! You want a piece of him to mail back to his family? I'm sure there's some brain left between my fingers if you do!" He checked his fingers, finding no brain matter and responding with a disappointed sigh.

"Anyway..." He stood a moment, before leaping into the air, firing down three blasts and flipping as to ensure both heels came down on the back of her head.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@Stekkmen Oh boy!

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@FallenTrinity Will do.