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Dannyrulx
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Don't. Call. Me. A. Goat.
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10 yrs ago
Obligitary 'what is love' reference. *Starts jamming along to the damn good song.*
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10 yrs ago
I think I've found the right humour level for this forum. Brutal stabbings = OK, drug references = not OK. Good to know.
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10 yrs ago
Hands up if you want a way to move PM's into different folders en masse.
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10 yrs ago
I have come to another conclusion: If someone survives the first lot of stabbings, stab them again because you really don't need a witness to your attempted murder.
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10 yrs ago
If someone survives the first lot of stabbing, stab them again because they're clearly a witch and need to be killed.
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Just a stranger in a strange land... Nah, not really. Born in SA, Moved to the UK. Warhammer 40K fanatic and devourer of sci-fi and fantasy fiction, loves 20th century history.
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That's...
That's actually a great idea.
Now, where to put Not!Hong Kong...
That's actually a great idea.
Now, where to put Not!Hong Kong...
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Also on laptop. :P
As for claims I was thinking of taking the island in the far southwest of the map.
If that is ok that is and not to big.
NO! MY LACK OF COMPUTERIENESS HAS FAILED ME! FAILED MEEEE!
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
That's still a blamming offence. Like, no way would you be able to get away woth that.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
To be fair, Angel has already killed a Commissar once, so it's not like that's an issue for her.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
To clarify, we have an explosives expert, a medic, an abhuman tank, a insane human tank, a comms expert and a soulless frontliner.
I forsse no way this can possibly go weong.
I forsse no way this can possibly go weong.
Not on a computer. I'll do so in a few hours.
Zaskar's tech....
Well.
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I bet a 6-pounder that they actually do know fear.
You don't understand. When I say steampunk gatling guns, i don't mean steampunk gatling guns like you're thinking...
I'll just let this peice of writing detail it for me:
Four-barrels of empire-forged brass-titanium composite capable of putting out ten score bullets per minute in the direction of whatever poor fucking sod was at the other end of it. Armour-piercing, mercury-tipped, hollow points, every concievable type of ammunition could be hooked up to the spinning barrels and sent thrumming towards your enemy in a deafening drone of firepower.
Hamberly picked up the machine, the two handles smooth and polished from use, and gently rotated the barrels, before shrugging on the thirty-pound backpack that was needed. Carefully, he unrolled the length of bullets, the brass tumbling through his fingers and slotted the length into the side port, before taking aim at the dummy across from him.
A soft whirring sound started up, building in intensity until with a throaty growl he first bullets were spat forward. Each explosion propelled the intensity of the next, and the barrel started to heat, each thump heating the barrel up more and more until he sat it down, the steaming metal hissing upon contact with the damp earth, the dummy now nothing more than a few stray whisps of grass, splinters splayed across where the figure had stood.
I'll just let this peice of writing detail it for me:
Four-barrels of empire-forged brass-titanium composite capable of putting out ten score bullets per minute in the direction of whatever poor fucking sod was at the other end of it. Armour-piercing, mercury-tipped, hollow points, every concievable type of ammunition could be hooked up to the spinning barrels and sent thrumming towards your enemy in a deafening drone of firepower.
Hamberly picked up the machine, the two handles smooth and polished from use, and gently rotated the barrels, before shrugging on the thirty-pound backpack that was needed. Carefully, he unrolled the length of bullets, the brass tumbling through his fingers and slotted the length into the side port, before taking aim at the dummy across from him.
A soft whirring sound started up, building in intensity until with a throaty growl he first bullets were spat forward. Each explosion propelled the intensity of the next, and the barrel started to heat, each thump heating the barrel up more and more until he sat it down, the steaming metal hissing upon contact with the damp earth, the dummy now nothing more than a few stray whisps of grass, splinters splayed across where the figure had stood.
Also, steampunk gatling guns.
*quietly orgasms*
*quietly orgasms*
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