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4 yrs ago
Current Smarty Jones... Just... Consider removing the 'Smarty' part of your name if you're going to try and kick up a side-argument here, there's no reason for that. Otherwise, let's just move on.
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4 yrs ago
People don't tend to think about rules when in disputes. Instead, just point out that whoever stops arguing first gets to see the other make a fool of themselves if they going after it all stopped.
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4 yrs ago
The best part about being on the Guild this long is that nowadays, I can sit back and chuckle as the newcomers try to start a fight an instead get all the old hands ganging up on them. Popcorn for me.
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5 yrs ago
Got my first covid vaccination today. I was terrified, but the staff there were very well trained and things went well.
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5 yrs ago
Every few minutes playing Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, I tear up from the memories. It's not often you get a game that truly pulls at the same heartstrings as your childhood playthrough's once did.
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"Roger that, sir." She sighs. "If we only have four guys left, I think we may need to call for an evac soon. Things ain't looking so good for us." Sarah shakes her head slightly. "I think I should get higher, onto a rooftop maybe. Then, you guys can move in and secure the downed airmen." She suggests, shrugging. "Poor guys." She mumbles, removing her rifle from the window and pointing it at the ground.
Sarah quickly inserts the biofoam into her arm, groaning because of the sting of it sealing her wounds. "I'm good." She mumbles, standing, pointing out of the window with her rifle. "I'm good." She repeats, shooting at an Insurrectionist that thought running out onto the middle of the street was a good idea. "Sorry, squad lead. At least my head is still on." She pats her helmet. "It looks like most of the Innies on this street have cleared out. Awaiting orders, sir." She says. She doesn't salute him, as that would be marking her superior as a target for hostile snipers. Suddenly, a burst of static hits the COM.
"This is Delta-one-four, our bird was hit by a hostile RPG, and we need assistance! We crashed into a building, and we're held up there." The voice of the pilot sounded feminine, but it was hard to tell because of the static. On the ODSTs tactical maps, a new marker was placed down, labelled 'crash site'. Sarah sighs. "Sir, this may be inappropriate at this time, but," She pauses to giggle quietly. "I told you so."
"Roger that." She popped up at the window, aiming carefully, making sure to count in gravity, as well as wind speed. Then, she fired. As she fired, the gun tilted a bit, and the bullet hit the gunner. Unfortunately, as the gunner fell backwards, his finger remained jammed on the trigger, and the rising column of bullets began to impact around the windowsill, one flying straight at her shoulder and whizzing through it, feeling like a red hot razer. "Fuck!" She screams out, as a second impacts the same arm. She quickly ducks down, bringing her gun with her. The bullets pass as the gun points to the sky, and the gunner's finger slips off of it. "I'm hit!"
Sarah quickly runs, taking out the grappling hook and throwing it at a nearby building's window. She quickly ascends the rope, and hops into the window, doing a one-eighty and placing her rifle on the windowsill. She quickly began to pick off targets, at the same time saying on the COM; "I'm in position, and taking out targets." She exhales, and takes out a pair of guys with one shot. "Two birds with one stone." She whispers to herself, as she changes clips. Suddenly, she gets grabbed from behind, and quickly grabs her knife, stabbing the man who had grabbed her. "Fuck. That was close."
I think you are. Your character is in the accepted character's list.
Luna stood, and walked up to the podium, sighing shyly. In her head, she was screaming at herself, trying to figure out what to say. One of her wolf ears twitch nervously, and she begins to speak.
"H-Hi. I'm Luna Moonsinger. I got eighty six on my written test, and eighty six on practical." Her tail sways nervously behind her. "I use shadow magic. So, you never know if it's actually me you're talking to..." A second Luna comes out from a small, shadowy area behind the podium. "...or my shadows." The first Luna disappears, and the second one, the real one, quickly walks back to her seat, a tiny flicker of a nervous smile on her face.
"Roger that." Sarah sighs, shaking her head slightly. She looks around the pod, checking her gear was secure, which it was. Sarah couldn't help but notice that the air inside of the pod was becoming increasingly hotter, but she tried to ignore the heat. As the pod descended, she began to see the city below her, columns of smoke rising into the air, as well as many people dotting the streets, scrambling into buildings. Suddenly, the thrusts on the bottom of the pod activated, slowing the pod down before it hit the ground. The cover of the pod popped off, and Sarah grabs her equipment, quickly leaping to nearby cover as it gets dotted with gunfire. She immediately returns fire with her sidearm.
I didn't realize that I'd get this much interest in just a single night. I'll make the OOC when I have a little spare time (and a little less ill). The RP isn't that developed in my head, but I have a basic idea. By the way, I'm looking for a co-gm to support me, so, if anyone wants to try to be the co-gm, send me a PM with past experience.
Sarah Arrowson sat in her pod, fists clenched, waiting for the moment where the pod would be released and she would fall to the planet. She began to type commands onto a tiny terminal in the pod, staring at the map of the local area, which was being provided by a satellite above the planet. As she scrolled around, she saw a pelican dropping a few marines onto a roof, before taking off again. She watches as a tiny smoke trail floats it's way to the pelican and detonates at one of the engines, causing the aircraft to swerve and hit a building. Sarah winced slightly, but was quickly drawn away from the distraction as the light above her, which was normally red, flashes green for a few seconds. "Squad leader, this is Arrowson. I saw a bird get hit on the satellite feed. There could possibly be survivors." Sarah says, before she feels a wave of sickness, and saw that the pod was descending rapidly from the ship. She groans slightly, feeling nauseous. "I hate the drop. It's the only part I hate." She clenches her fists harder, and forces herself to avoid throwing up.
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