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    1. Derpestein 12 yrs ago

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10 yrs ago
Current I'm gonna be gone for some time. Stuff related to boring real life stuff. I won't be back in like. A week. Feel free to kill off any of my characters.
10 yrs ago
"You have no friends." NO NEED TO REMIND ME, GUILD! >:C
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10 yrs ago
Damnit, Witch. Right in muh feelings ;(
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10 yrs ago
What is love
10 yrs ago
@Zorogami I know that feel :(
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Bio

Sometimes I pretend to be an airplane, because it discourages tripping and other clumsy acts, because any mistake I make is the death of innocent men, women and children.


...I swear I'm sane.

Most Recent Posts

Vordak said
I can't IRC. It's pretty painful to have only a kindle to replace my dead computer. Yes, a black & white ebook. Shun me. Pity me. I use books for internet. ;(


So you're writing on a book

Reading a book from a book

..Mind=blown
So, about those Roc kebabs from the IRC...

Daaaaaamn.

Can we get some in steak form?

Will doesn't like kebabs.
PhoenixEye9 said
Name: Milo "Music" Cash Country of origin: UK (Scotland)Specialty: SniperAppearance: (The sniper)Bio: Milo joined into the military at 18, he didn't have much else since he lived in an orphanage his whole life. The only person he cared about in the world was a girl 2 years younger than him, Tiffany who also lived in the orphanage with him, close enough they considered each other brother and sister. After joining he quickly joined the "Experimental" branch of the military, trying different armours, weapons, and equipments quickly earning higher Clearance Levels. With his thinner, lighter build Milo tended to prefer the longer range weaponry. While testing one of the new pistols, first contact was made, ignoring regulation he rushed off, ignoring as many threats as possible to get to Tiffany. After finding her within the facility, defending one of the higher ups, Milo took control and moved them across the facility to one of the evac points. Paracom was the destination, looks like we got new recruits.Personality: Milo is brash, and doesn't mind an adrenaline rush more than likely why he enjoyed working with the experimental weaponry. The only thing that can rival his curiosity, is his loyalty to his family (at the moment its only Tiffany, it will expand once he works with the team). His darker personality is just a shell to keep people out, but after they make it in he will lighten up a bit more, these days are a little stressful. When not found practicing shooting, helping test things in the labs, or working out he can be found in the bunks learning a new song on his guitar, or quotes of people throughout history. Solitude is not bad, its just a different escape and another likely death.Name: Tiffany Cash Country of origin: UK (Scotland)Specialty: Spotter/ SupportAppearance: (The spotter in the photo)Bio: Tiffany's family was originally rich, until robbers killed her family taking her as a hostage until the police rushed the house to save her. Once she was saved she was put into the orphanage where she met Milo, quickly they became family brother and sister since Milo always seemed to be protecting her. Once Milo joined the military she followed suit, unlike Milo she pursued being a guard as her way of redeeming herself of never being able to defend herself. During first contact she was protecting her V.I.P and refused to leave post unlike a few of her comrades. She was brought into Paracom with her V.I.P and Milo.Personality: She unlike her brother is more light hearted, and really just wants to protect everyone she can. Tiffany has times where she dazes off into her own world when not on duty, but when duty calls expect her to be full in. She will do her best to stick near to Milo, after all he's done for her she wants to be ready to help if anything happens to him though the rest of the team will be supported to. [can't think of anything, if I must have more tell me]


AAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

THEY'RE SIBLINGS

AND THEY'RE PLAYING ROLES IMPORTANT TO BOTH OF THEM (SPOTTER AND SNIPER)

AAAAAAAW.

William says hi. Please try not to be disgusted by the Roc corpse we're bringing to base. We'll cook it and take out the bullets...I promise!
Vordak said
ok*weeps in the corner*


Sorries.

It's just not good to have you have no post going into the ship and not being in the mission and then suddenly appearing.
But you'll get a taste of combat next mission :)

Also, we have an IRC chatroom. Click the IRC chat at the top, type /join #para after putting a name.
"Gath, of course it tastes like shit. We just shot it to bits with bullets, rocket launchers and it just got slammed into the ground." He would laugh, but he couldn't. Shit was just too intense right now. "You just tasted sand, lead and burnt meat. That shit ain't clean, mate." He looked around, following his squadmates as they followed the Iranian Captain.
Vordak said
Depend on the type of rocket. Some have somewhat small blast radius, such as close-quaters fragmentaton free thermobaric and HEAT warheads. Lets just pray that Goliath picked the right one.


You'll need to wait until after the mission, by the way.
Will was sweating. Hard. As the rock fell to the ground, he pulled out his knife, falling to the floor flat on his back. Getting up, he holstered his knife and pistol, pulling out his pump action shotgun. He kicked the Roc in the beak, before turning around. "We're getting roasted chicken at base, I swear to g-" He saw Alina signalling and heard her. He dusted himself off and double timed it, running to Alina.

The Roc climb was dangerous as hell, but it worked. It worked perfectly. If you described perfect as holding your knife desperately and shooting your pistol while being shook. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't. Duty. Blood was all over his helmet and chest piece, but he didn't care. "Let's rescue some Civ's, people!"
Factorio flowed L'Arc to the blackjack table. Not his favourite game, but he didn't dislike it. Sitting down at a seat, he looked around at the other players. A...Falcon man. He looked sly. A skeleton? Wow. That was unusual.

Then again, he was surrounded with space dwarves, elves and half dragons. This wasn't new in this regard.
Skeleton Corpse Scissorhands said
Goliath let out a roar "Get out of the way, I'm frying this bird and having it for breakfast!" he waited a moment for his comrades to clear the way before firing a rocket right for it's chest. Dilana ducked down as did Lazar as the rocket whistled toward it's intended target. Goliath took cover while muttering "C'mon don't miss, don't miss." under his breathe.


...

RIP
William Burkley
Friendly fire was turned on.
William held on for dear life as the oversized thanksgiving turkey shook and flapped. Slowly, ever so slowly, he climbed to the Roc's head. Not close enough to get hit by its beak, but close enough to do one thing. He could not pull out his shotgun as that would require not holding the Roc. He'd get bucked off, easily. Pistol required aim. Aim took moments. Moments were bad. He could get bucked off.

Buck off, buck off, buck off.

This was shit. Why did he decide to go on the bird in the first place? Oh right. Far too tempting of an opportunity to miss. Okay, well! Time to pull something off to get out of a sticky situation. This would require a certain amount of force, determination and finesse. If it was any time to improvise, it was now. He pulled out his knife, and held it in his left hand.

He held it backwards and raised it high, before slamming it down into the motherfuckers head. Keeping it in, he held on for dear life as he took out his pistol in his right hand. He aimed at the head as he was getting shook, waiting for the opportunity. This was high risk, but if he did it, it was another monster bastard down. One that had killed innocent people.

Breathing slowly, he pulled the trigger.
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