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Is there a changelog for guild rule changes or what I dont know what's new in the new update aaaaaaaaaaaa.
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@TheGhostNote sorry pal! There wont be any bullying on this bar! I could take you, easy.
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Jones report The Ghost Note his esoteric idiosyncrasies must come to a fucking end.
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Emergency Meeting!
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High tech, Low life... That is cyberpunk.

Greetings reader, my name is Dead Drop. I'm an avid roleplayer I'm between Casual and Advanced in skill level. I'm interested in roleplays that have a cyberpunk theme or sci fi theme. I'm also interested in military roleplay, fallout/ post apoc and some others I'll probably make a list for later. I'll try to expand this bio as my time here lengthens.

Haha my bio is so outdated.

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The doors caved in oh god oh fuck, the doors caved in. Trapped in the connector room with his pirate queen some funny glowing fuck appeared before them, talking about betrayal this, the election is fucked that. It didn't matter though she entertained the thing for a moment's time, his reassuring hand of Scrap grabbed onto her by her left shoulder. "Queen, let's go before they turn you into fish-chum." He'd yank on her shoulder pulling her towards the other door (!?) that lead to the adjacent warehouse. He kicked it in with a chachooooow! The door gave in as the exo-suited psycho walked through rifle raised, a few goon-lords (that's what he thought they were called) were already there. A few trigger pulls later they were fucking corpsed and were sent to the undergod without too much remorse.

After scanning the area for a moment he dragged the Queen out into the warehouse where they went to flank back around to where DD was, but he ard all sorts of scraping, dying and car related death killing sounds. Holy fuck, when it all ended the two were outside and he was with the Queen once more but there he was. A dying half heap of a car, the Demon's car and he was beckoning for them to come forward it was now or never and if it would be now then make it quick. With only one tire fucked, the other three were fine. With haste Johnny moved and practically tossed the woman into the back seat of Keah's car.

"Just drive, driver!"

Johnny jumped in the back, gun aimed out the window perhaps Keah would s-s-s-s-s-slam the gas and take off now but if anyone dared follow them he'd have to grease them back to the old 20th century. As for Bannerlord and the boombox, a funeral would be held later for the sacrifices they made today. Enough mourning, it's time to add to the bodycount!
The two would be the last to arrive to the fun house at the bird, there was a lot of death and despair more so on the side of the enemy than the task force. In the time that they were gone they had stacked up more bodies and held the line as the two peeled back now regrouping around with the hurt Spartan Aviza and crew. Elna reloaded her rifle making sure it was full of ammo for the fight to come, she eye'd the poor Aviza well she wasn't to poor she was okay now that she was patched up. She kept a watchful eye over the PO making sure he didn't get demolished by some cloaked hunter or a mysterious RPG that could cut through.

Roy looked over the motley crew as he nodded at them, covered in some blood that was not his and totally looking worn - well his armor looked worn now at least. He was tired from the combat, combat fatigued you could say as he stayed close to his orbiter which was the Corporal. When one of the AIs began to speak and finally he was recognized! The legendary PO, he could finally do his job and get intelligence for the mission. That is if they made it to their objective, he looked around for a ONI approved subject that could protect him besides the Corporal.

"Spartan Aviza glad to see you're okay, if I'm to head to the communications objective I'd like one of the Spartans with me and the Corporal. Perhaps I could take Spartan Ryker?" The request had been sent, perhaps he would finally get some Spartan bodyguarding!

Elna rolled her eyes in her visor though she didn't mind some spartan protecting them all she did mind if it was going to be one of the splitjaws, she couldn't relax if there was one of them watching over them. "Ready whenever." She ended up saying.
While the firefight edged on the two continued to fight viciously as ex-marines do, lot of shooting lots of death the bad part was there was no fucking cover. Quickly, the elite team seemed to dispatch useless URF thugs and the Spartans - well they did their song and dance with the brutes. Though the battle was waning and bullets were not so friendly, shields were almost at the point of popping at this rate. Roy grabbed one of the gauntlets that had rolled her way, he turned it on making a small shield for the two. Roy kneeled in front of Elna as she shot over him, Roy shooting back with his M7 simply in hand as they dealt with the onslaught of enemies. What a fucked up plan.

Yael started to run away, probably in the direction of the bird that went down citing "We can save them!" Though it appeared most of the group went for that kind of heroics at Lucas started bounding towards the bird corpsing everyone and everything in his sight at that moment. "Pull back with the splitjaw." Roy ordered Elna as they began to inch back towards Yael though not abandoning the fight entirely as they continued to put down firepower as the elites and Spartans did their rescue mission. Besides none wanted to get yelled at again by Spartan Mom Aviza, Elna ejected a BR mag dropping it hastily as it bounced off Roy's helmet with a satisfying clink.
Hey I'm gonna post but i'm fat.
The waiting was the worst part for the two as they had to wait for the team to do their job, Elna had posted up in a position to support the poor individuals that were left behind when the team of camo wearing creatures went into do their job. Roy took up a defensive position aswell for once as he went to hold up his M7 scanning for any URF or covvies that might make their way to their defensive line, but for the most part it appeared that they were in a solid position. There was noises below, maybe some kind of scuffle but it wasn't noticeable by anyone in the group. They continued to wait until the ships came out of the atmosphere, it was evident that they were just going to MAC the fuck out of the base those who pondered may of been incorrect in the fact if they had actually captured the HVT.

It wasen't long before the drop ship came to take them away, the two boarded without too much discussion or remorse at this point it as obvious that there had been some success in the mission. They were wrong as the dropship became to fly around dodging anti air fire as it zoomed towards it's objective of landing on a staging area for an assault. What felt like a few seconds dragged on as the dropship landed, the two hustled out and laid down suppressive fire in the general direction of the URF/Brute lines.

This is where the fun begins.
When does this take place in the ME timeline?
CS template 0_0?
Wow a MERP 0_0 im in.

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