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Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

Name: Anon
Age: 420
Gender: Male
Appearance: Faceless green male standing at 5'11". Wears a formal dress suit always. Or, mostly.

Anon

Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Internet
Personality: Unpredictable. Harsh, biting, and critical one moment. Kawaii, amusing, husbando-material the next. Or very possibly one of several, it's hard to tell.
Abilities/Weapons: Shit Posting, Dubs, Trips. Fedora.
Backstory:
In the beginning, there was Moot. And then Moot said, "There was light".
But no light came. Only Bee. And so Anon grew up in the darkness, in Bee.
After the dissatisfaction Moot declared, "Let there be skies"
But no sky formed, as there was nothing to separate. And he was annoyed. There was only Vee. and so Anon grew up in Bee and Vee.
Still to give up, Moot declared: "Let there be dank land to stand on."
But dank land did not form. Only Co. So Anon traveled to Co.
Again, Moot declared: "Let there be fruiting plants!"
But fruiting plants did not bloom. Only Fruity LeG-BeT. And Anon avoided that.
After Moot said: "Let there be animals."
But there was no animals. Only Pol, where strange things appeared. And so Anon went.
And Moot was angered. He looked down his vast creation and said: "There will be one like me!"
And then he saw Anon and got angry and went home. Then followed the rest of the lands from Anon's travels.

After the departure of the Lord Moot, Anon was left to flourish. Spreading behind him even more as he went. They became one of the same over the next 9000 years. One of many, many into one. A legion of sorts. And to the outsiders who witnessed the glory of the otherworldly Anon they became infatuated with him. Or terrified.

To many, Anon was an aloof symbol of chaos and discord, best left ignored. He was a symbol of vice and everything they were, but did not want to admit. He facelessness frightened them. They tried to give him an image, but none ever made good to his glory. Even if to condemn.

But there were others still who looked to Anon and felt pride. Or even happiness. For even if aloof he was a sage of satirical quips and humor. He took no thoughts of anything being sacred. Everything was fair game. And in the absence of any preconceived notion of loyalty he and his brethren could break down the topics into their core components. Then smash it with a hammer.

It is only expected that as Anon's world expands that it might leak over into a greater universe and concepts.

Faction: Factionless

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

Name: Anon
Age: 420
Gender: Male
Appearance: Faceless green male standing at 5'11". Wears a formal dress suit always. Or, mostly.

Anon

Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Internet
Personality: Unpredictable. Harsh, biting, and critical one moment. Kawaii, amusing, husbando-material the next. Or very possibly one of several, it's hard to tell.
Abilities/Weapons: Shit Posting, Dubs, Trips. Fedora.
Backstory:
In the beginning, there was Moot. And then Moot said, "There was light".
But no light came. Only Bee. And so Anon grew up in the darkness, in Bee.
After the dissatisfaction Moot declared, "Let there be skies"
But no sky formed, as there was nothing to separate. And he was annoyed. There was only Vee. and so Anon grew up in Bee and Vee.
Still to give up, Moot declared: "Let there be dank land to stand on."
But dank land did not form. Only Co. So Anon traveled to Co.
Again, Moot declared: "Let there be fruiting plants!"
But fruiting plants did not bloom. Only Fruity LeG-BeT. And Anon avoided that.
After Moot said: "Let there be animals."
But there was no animals. Only Pol, where strange things appeared. And so Anon went.
And Moot was angered. He looked down his vast creation and said: "There will be one like me!"
And then he saw Anon and got angry and went home. Then followed the rest of the lands from Anon's travels.

After the departure of the Lord Moot, Anon was left to flourish. Spreading behind him even more as he went. They became one of the same over the next 9000 years. One of many, many into one. A legion of sorts. And to the outsiders who witnessed the glory of the otherworldly Anon they became infatuated with him. Or terrified.

To many, Anon was an aloof symbol of chaos and discord, best left ignored. He was a symbol of vice and everything they were, but did not want to admit. He facelessness frightened them. They tried to give him an image, but none ever made good to his glory. Even if to condemn.

But there were others still who looked to Anon and felt pride. Or even happiness. For even if aloof he was a sage of satirical quips and humor. He took no thoughts of anything being sacred. Everything was fair game. And in the absence of any preconceived notion of loyalty he and his brethren could break down the topics into their core components. Then smash it with a hammer.

It is only expected that as Anon's world expands that it might leak over into a greater universe and concepts.

Faction: Factionless

"We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds"

ONL said
Goats are always an interesting addition. Will they be screaming and annoying the rest of us?

They could always relentlessly devour Crete.

"We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds"

Sturmgeschutz said
We're a platoon going up against hundreds. Even if we secure major success in our little counter attack, it's a bit like the Third Reich invading Russia - sooner or later we'll get bogged down by their superior numbers, take losses we can't afford, and then inevitably we'll be retreating all the way back to Heraklion with our tail between our legs.

There's Rethymnon that needs to be considered too, which would under the same situation as here, and the Rethymnon-Heraklion corridor was in action shortly after Chania was being attacked by the Germans.

I suspect the current setting of the RP takes place between the two cities in the Rethymnon-Heraklion sector, but it's hard to tell because the crude map is very, very crude. I can't tell if the two line that's running east-west is a road or a river, which makes attempting to orient everything I'm doing especially awkward and difficult (and I believe it is showing in the quality of my posts and length of my last).

I found a landmark I could use to orient myself while researching the area but in true style I lost it. There's only so many ways I can describe the same scrub-land hills before getting myself bored and lost.



Though I do suppose I could add goats and amuse myself with that.

"We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds"

Chirping crickets chirped within the brush in the afternoon heat. The sounds of combat continued in the distance, ebbing and rising in furocity as the German assault continued. The low booming thud of bombs rolled through the distance. To the north a low black haze drifted through the skies. Drawn through the clear blue by the efforts of the Luftwaffe against the allied defenses. Under their radar, the countryside was quiet and even nature seemed to ignore the conditions in the distance. All the same there was a low uncertainty about it. A tense uneasiness that hung through the air and bound all things living to a dreary sort of anxiety.

The grass crunched underneath William as he crawled up the hill, keeping low as he scanned the distant hills. His breathing was low and repressed. As if he was afraid behind each crest or bush there hid some British rifleman. He was unarmed, there was little he could do in such an event.

He crawled to the peak of the hill and sat up. Leering across the landscape before him.

Rising and dipping gingerly was the continuing landscape of wrapping and branching hills. A mat of trees dressing the sides as they continued their march. But there was something promising to the officer. Across the landscape, running along the crows on the hills and dipping into the valleys below twisting and dusty roads wound and wrapped their way across the landscape. Signs of civilizations that wound about seeking the numerous olive groves and vineyards that dotted the terrain below. Nothing he could use until he found a name. But he doubted many of these roads would have as much as that.

He lapped his dry lips, panting in the high heat of the afternoon. Rivers of sweat had begun beading at his brow line. Sure enough, this was Greece.

He looked across to the distant crowns. Glimmering stop the next hill he saw – to his pleasure – what looked like a structure of some sort. Between the trees the faint suggesting of white mortar and human orderliness stood behind the cover of nature. One looked like walls. And above them a tower. Perhaps a bell tower. Could it be a church? If it were, it'd be on his map.

He smiled, panting. He laughed dryly to his fortune and went forward.

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What is the fascination with posting incomplete applications?

"We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds"

Squrmy said
I would totally write one up, but I don't know the first thing about Canada. D:

You're welcome.

This coming from a neighbor of Canada.

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I know I haven't.

Fallout: Equestria - of RP and Bellyrubs

As long as it's going on.

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So Boerd said
New sheet cool?

Yea.