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MaeBAurellius shrugged as the woman responded to his suggestion. Then he whistled as he looked upwards into the sky, seeing the other woman get almost blown up to hell. He saw her manage to fly towards a building twenty feet away. Then he heard the screams of soldiers realizing they had been hit by a human bomb. She was fiiiiiine. Of course, he didn't have time to enjoy the screams when a huge explosion almost made him go deaf. Their airship was going down, hit by too many missiles to count. The other kid landed gently with the use of Dust, smirking all the while. "You know, we could do without the theatrics." Aurellius mused. It was just in time too, because the girl who had been launched into the building had finished her fight, stumbling out the front door mumbling something that made him chuckle.
He turned just as Nicoleta decided to go and look for survivors. He groaned, wondering if she knew no one would survive a crash like that. And even if they did, they would no doubt be hunted down within' a few minutes. As she began to ran, he looked to their other party members, speaking. "Well, you heard the lady, if she wants to take charge, we all know who to blame if things fuck up. Oh, and try not to die." He rolled his eyes, hefting Ascalon and began to run after her. She was damn fast, but it wasn't too hard to stay a couple meters behind her. He watched as she took out a gorilla like Grimm with one swipe of her weapons. He almost stumbled over the corpse of the damn thing, but a quick blast of his thrusters set him in the air.
He managed to reach Nico within' ten seconds of her arriving first. The wreck of the airship was a complete mess. Large fires sprouted around the entire place, metal warped and twisted. And it also seemed as if she was completely pissed at a squad of Vacuans who had arrived before them. No doubt the crew were already dead. "Well, there goes our ride. What's say we repay the favor in kind?" He said with a grin, hefting Ascalon and beginning to run. He was lucky they were on a slight overhang, because that gave him extra air as he activated his thrusters, flying over the group of soldiers.
Aurellius pulled the trigger, the barrel spinning for a few moments as he grinned. The twelve soldiers didn't even get to look up as fire rained down on their positions, ripping at least three of them to shreds as the bullets decapitated limbs and pierced hearts. He landed amongst the group of soldier, getting a reaction of horrified faces. He immediately locked on to the largest of the group, a high ranking soldier who carried a pretty big greatsword. He lunged forwards at the man, minigun turning into lance with a flip of a switch, who reacted just in time for his lance to slide off of the sword. Aurellius didn't hesitate, going with the momentum of it and sliding around him. He swung hard with the lance, catching the man hard in the back. He stumbled forwards a few feet, but managed to keep his footing.
Still, it gave Aurellius time to stab the man in the stomach, going in deep. He laughed, flipping a switch, lance being replaced with six rotating blades. He lifted the man with a bit of effort, pointing the barrels at a soldier wielding a scythe who had decided to play hero. The insides of the leader were being ripped apart just as the outsides of the hero were being ripped apart. Bright red blood fluttered around him, covering both him and the other soldiers in the sticky liquid.
"Come on, lads, don't make me do all the fun!"
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Aurellius sighed as he leaned on a wall in the bottom-most section of the Airship. The second-grade ship was aptly called 'Forgotten Rust' for its walls and stained bolts. They couldn't have even grabbed a decent airship for this mission? Just grabbed the closest one they could find, gathered up this rag-tag group, and thrown them all out looking for treasure. He raised an eyebrow as their objective finally came into sight. A three hour flight for an abandoned town in the middle of nowhere?
Typical, that's all they seemed to get these days. He ran a hand along Ascalon, its tip pointed downwards and furrowing into the floor with every rumble of the ship. He had made sure to shine, wax, and apply general maintenance to the weapon before getting shipped off. You never want a weapon to break down in the middle of combat, but if worst came to worse, he could always just bludgeon an enemy with the hefty paperweight. He took a quick glance around the bay again, taking a good hard look at his 'allies.' They had only recently met three hours ago and his expectations weren't the highest. Two women, one man. And one of them being Faunus' to top it off.
One was a red-haired fox who carried a rather odd looking bow contraption that he no doubted could be made into two short swords of some kind. The next was a blonde girl who somehow had some weird feeling of darkness around her and the strange looking katana she bore. The corner she stood in was just a tad darker than the rest of the hatch, even though the sun was shining bright as it could be. The last was a black haired kid who wore a damn robe of all things. At his side he carried some sort of pole-arm that must've been a crossbow to boot. He'd seen a few models of those back in Development. As far as he could tell, he was the oldest person here. Typical he would get stuck with a bunch of kids.
Suddenly the airship began to lurch violently to the side, setting him off balance for a few moments. He groaned as the loudspeakers came on. The damn Vacuoans were here before us. Looks like they weren't getting a soft landing. He watched as the fox-girl sprinted forwards, throwing caution to the wind as her scarf flapped without a care in the damn world. He might as well cover here, placing a hand on the wall to the open exit doors. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something headed on a straight course for their ship. A god damn SHIVA missile. How the hell did they get their hands on one of those! He placed a finger on the trigger, revving his weapon up. "I'd advise you newbies to get the hell off right now! Last one on the ground is a rotten egg!"
His weapon fired, tracers lighting up, visible even in the day. He fired for a few seconds at the SHIVA, a newly made missile that tracked targets, there was no way in hell they would be dodging that. Finally lucked seemed to be on his side and a few bullets slammed into the missile chassis, somehow managing to break off the rudders of the missile. Without those stabilizing its path, the missile veered heavily off course, slamming into a hill on the outskirts of town. He took his chance, looking behind him for a few moments as his innards bounced around as wind caught on him, making his short hair fly around.
Thankfully the others were jumping after him, or at least he assumed. He didn't get that great a look since he didn't have the time. He spotted the fox girl a few hundred meters down, managing to slow herself. He was pretty sure her name started with an N. When he was only a hundred feet above the ground, he fired the thrusters, the straps tugging hard on his back as he slowed his descent. He rolled as he landed, his suit getting ripped a bit by the branches as he went down, but he didn't care much. Oddly enough, he landed mere meters away from the girl.
"Wouldn't be a mission if we didn't get rushed by everything, would it?" she said. He snorted, standing up and brushing himself off. "Oh, don't give me that. You know as much as I do that we would enjoy this a lot more if was just rainbows and dandelions. Its a helluva lot preferable to getting blown up."
Typical, that's all they seemed to get these days. He ran a hand along Ascalon, its tip pointed downwards and furrowing into the floor with every rumble of the ship. He had made sure to shine, wax, and apply general maintenance to the weapon before getting shipped off. You never want a weapon to break down in the middle of combat, but if worst came to worse, he could always just bludgeon an enemy with the hefty paperweight. He took a quick glance around the bay again, taking a good hard look at his 'allies.' They had only recently met three hours ago and his expectations weren't the highest. Two women, one man. And one of them being Faunus' to top it off.
One was a red-haired fox who carried a rather odd looking bow contraption that he no doubted could be made into two short swords of some kind. The next was a blonde girl who somehow had some weird feeling of darkness around her and the strange looking katana she bore. The corner she stood in was just a tad darker than the rest of the hatch, even though the sun was shining bright as it could be. The last was a black haired kid who wore a damn robe of all things. At his side he carried some sort of pole-arm that must've been a crossbow to boot. He'd seen a few models of those back in Development. As far as he could tell, he was the oldest person here. Typical he would get stuck with a bunch of kids.
Suddenly the airship began to lurch violently to the side, setting him off balance for a few moments. He groaned as the loudspeakers came on. The damn Vacuoans were here before us. Looks like they weren't getting a soft landing. He watched as the fox-girl sprinted forwards, throwing caution to the wind as her scarf flapped without a care in the damn world. He might as well cover here, placing a hand on the wall to the open exit doors. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something headed on a straight course for their ship. A god damn SHIVA missile. How the hell did they get their hands on one of those! He placed a finger on the trigger, revving his weapon up. "I'd advise you newbies to get the hell off right now! Last one on the ground is a rotten egg!"
His weapon fired, tracers lighting up, visible even in the day. He fired for a few seconds at the SHIVA, a newly made missile that tracked targets, there was no way in hell they would be dodging that. Finally lucked seemed to be on his side and a few bullets slammed into the missile chassis, somehow managing to break off the rudders of the missile. Without those stabilizing its path, the missile veered heavily off course, slamming into a hill on the outskirts of town. He took his chance, looking behind him for a few moments as his innards bounced around as wind caught on him, making his short hair fly around.
Thankfully the others were jumping after him, or at least he assumed. He didn't get that great a look since he didn't have the time. He spotted the fox girl a few hundred meters down, managing to slow herself. He was pretty sure her name started with an N. When he was only a hundred feet above the ground, he fired the thrusters, the straps tugging hard on his back as he slowed his descent. He rolled as he landed, his suit getting ripped a bit by the branches as he went down, but he didn't care much. Oddly enough, he landed mere meters away from the girl.
"Wouldn't be a mission if we didn't get rushed by everything, would it?" she said. He snorted, standing up and brushing himself off. "Oh, don't give me that. You know as much as I do that we would enjoy this a lot more if was just rainbows and dandelions. Its a helluva lot preferable to getting blown up."
You make a character. Like mine. Ya git.
Name:
Aurellius Bellum.
Nickname:
Goldie, Bell-end, Guy With a Big Gun.
Species:
Human. YEAH. HUMANS ARE THE BEST. WOO.
Age:
Twenty-seven.
Emblem:
Aura Colour:
Crisp Red.
Semblance:
Boy, I Love The Color Red. Aurellius' ability is more of a support ability than others. His weapon rips things to shreds, causing his enemies to pump out their glorious colored life juices. Any target that Aurellius successfully manages to hit will bleed quickly, splattering the grand color everywhere and allowing him to easily locate wounded targets in battle, as their blood glows bright to him. Don't try to escape, because he WILL find you. Of course, the ability doesn't do much else other than help him track the enemy. Pretty boring as most Semblance's go, but Aurellius uses his own skill, not some magic skill that allows him to instantly destroy whoever he comes across. He can do that with his own hands. He doesn't need help.
Weapon:
Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics.
No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, as it is made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to spin up, and takes roughly four seconds.
Dust:
The bullets used inside the Ascalon are specially infused with Dust. Typically he uses Red Dust, as its properties are best for the explosives properties of ammunition. Of course, that doesn't mean he can't change it out once and a while for special ammo. The jet boosters on his pack also use Red Dust, so its rather easy to swap out if one is running low. Still, other than his weapon, Aurellius doesn't prefer to use Dust all that much.
Other Equipment:
Not much. A set of tools made for Ascalon so he can keep it clean and un-jammed. An extra suit, crisp and ready to be put on.
Skills & Abilities:
Most notable at first are Aurellius' combat skills. You really don't see many people proficient in a lance or a mini-gun, let alone both! Aurellius prefers to fill the air with lead and dust, to send his foes running for cover as he covers them with blankets. Made of bullets. Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't decent at melee combat, its quite the opposite! He uses his lance with great strength, thrusting forwards, and not giving his enemies any time to recover. (By the way, if you want to see how someone uses a freakin' lance in combat, just google 'Dark Souls 2 Lance PvP' and you'll be set. Running attacks, Ho!)
Still, he's not just a fighter, Aurellius was raised to be a businessman! A rather bloodthirsty businessman at that. You see, being the son of a weapons manufacturer means you have to learn a few things from Pappy. How to write files, how to manage a bunch of god damn Union-workers. Screw the Union, by the way. Hiring those filthy cats and rabbits is the cheapest way to do things! Yeah, their work ethic might not be the best, but the wages they ask for. By the Gods, only 40 Lin an hour? What are they, insane? Still, not like Aurellius or his father would pick anything else.
Description:
Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not worth the effort. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.
Personality:
Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to survive long enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Family really isn't different from friends.
History:
Around the time of Aurellius' birth, the company Bellum Manufacturer Co. had been developed. Naturally, with those god damn Grimm on the rise, you couldn't say no to an offer like that. And thus, the weapons company had been born, and quickly began pumping out equipment and armor and weapons for anyone who was a fighter. Of course, Bellum doesn't really have much of a focus, more or less just pumping out the red and white simple weaponry that most people wanted. However, the R&D segment of the company was having a field day, making many weapons, such as Ascalon itself!
Aurellius, being the son of the head of the company, was raised from privilege at birth. Anything he could have needed was provided to him. A private teacher, hundreds of fancy toys to play with. Really the only thing he didn't get was a childhood. Not like that's a bad thing or anything. Aurellius would later thank his father for making him the adult he was. Instead of going out for high-school dances, Aurellius went to balls and parties. Politicians and Princes were his only contact with people for the most part. He was taught to think those under him were worth less, and thus he doesn't have many moral parties with firing any slackers or fuck-ups.
Seeing as his father ran a huge company with hundreds of weapons, why not teach your son how to use them? More private tutors, of course, these ones taught Aurellius how to fight. Until Ascalon had been created, Aurellius trained in a vast assortment of easily available weapons. Combat-scythes, gunknives, hammer-grenade launchers, spear-rifles. The whole lot of them. Hell, even a few massive cannons. You don't know heavy until you lug one of those around.
After Ascalon had finally been developed, his father had finally thought to enroll Aurellius into Beacon Academy. And you might know how that went. Pretty successful, he might say. Well grades, a good team. Of course, when he signed up, he wasn't really expecting to look for some stupid trinket that might not even be real.
Other:
Carrot-cake is the best flavor of cake.
Name:
Aurellius Bellum.
Nickname:
Goldie, Bell-end, Guy With a Big Gun.
Species:
Human. YEAH. HUMANS ARE THE BEST. WOO.
Age:
Twenty-seven.
Emblem:
Aura Colour:
Crisp Red.
Semblance:
Boy, I Love The Color Red. Aurellius' ability is more of a support ability than others. His weapon rips things to shreds, causing his enemies to pump out their glorious colored life juices. Any target that Aurellius successfully manages to hit will bleed quickly, splattering the grand color everywhere and allowing him to easily locate wounded targets in battle, as their blood glows bright to him. Don't try to escape, because he WILL find you. Of course, the ability doesn't do much else other than help him track the enemy. Pretty boring as most Semblance's go, but Aurellius uses his own skill, not some magic skill that allows him to instantly destroy whoever he comes across. He can do that with his own hands. He doesn't need help.
Weapon:
Aurellius' weapon is a little bit... over the top, some might say. His weapon, Ascalon, has two functions. One, is a piercing lance form, deadly against single targets. Its other form is a rapid fire mini-gun that fires off Dust-infused bullets. Of course, since his weapon is so large, Aurellius has a hard time carrying around the damn thing. Couldn't development had made it a little more light weight? To compensate for his rather slow speed while firing and charging, Aurellius bears a large burden over his shoulders. The backpack is a bit of a mix between an ammo cache and a jet-pack, and is roughly the size of an Army pack. Of course, he can't fly or anything. That would just go against the laws of physics.
No, his jet-pack is for maneuverability. Jets placed all over the pack allow him to use the thrusters to dodge out of the way of an attack, or thrust forwards in his lance form for an attack. His weapon is developed by the grand and marvelous Bellum Manufacturer Co. Don't yell at the name, that wasn't his idea. Anyway, the weapon is focused less on speed and maneuverability than other weapons, but easily makes up for it in sheer power. His backpack can hold up to two thousand infused rounds, so he really has to stock up soon or he'll run out of ammo. His boosters also use Dust, and so have limited uses. Still, don't bash the Lance, as it is made from a specially designed alloy that allows it to pierce even the thickest of shells. And hey, lances don't run out of ammo. His mini-gun also has to spin up, and takes roughly four seconds.
Dust:
The bullets used inside the Ascalon are specially infused with Dust. Typically he uses Red Dust, as its properties are best for the explosives properties of ammunition. Of course, that doesn't mean he can't change it out once and a while for special ammo. The jet boosters on his pack also use Red Dust, so its rather easy to swap out if one is running low. Still, other than his weapon, Aurellius doesn't prefer to use Dust all that much.
Other Equipment:
Not much. A set of tools made for Ascalon so he can keep it clean and un-jammed. An extra suit, crisp and ready to be put on.
Skills & Abilities:
Most notable at first are Aurellius' combat skills. You really don't see many people proficient in a lance or a mini-gun, let alone both! Aurellius prefers to fill the air with lead and dust, to send his foes running for cover as he covers them with blankets. Made of bullets. Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't decent at melee combat, its quite the opposite! He uses his lance with great strength, thrusting forwards, and not giving his enemies any time to recover. (By the way, if you want to see how someone uses a freakin' lance in combat, just google 'Dark Souls 2 Lance PvP' and you'll be set. Running attacks, Ho!)
Still, he's not just a fighter, Aurellius was raised to be a businessman! A rather bloodthirsty businessman at that. You see, being the son of a weapons manufacturer means you have to learn a few things from Pappy. How to write files, how to manage a bunch of god damn Union-workers. Screw the Union, by the way. Hiring those filthy cats and rabbits is the cheapest way to do things! Yeah, their work ethic might not be the best, but the wages they ask for. By the Gods, only 40 Lin an hour? What are they, insane? Still, not like Aurellius or his father would pick anything else.
Description:
Aurellius is a rather handsome young man. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall stature with broad shoulders, he would make a father proud just to look at him. Of course, not to mention his attire. Suits. Always suits. If you choose not to wear a suit, you're not worth the effort. A good tie and a good suit make any appearance just that much better. Don't expect to see Aurellius wearing much other than a suit, even in combat. Armor, even though the golds and reds might look nice, are just too bulky for Aurellius' already weighed down load. Other than that, Aurellius is best known for his wicked grin.
Personality:
Aurellius' personality is a bit skewed. He never really got much contact with other kids growing up, seeing as he had a private teacher ready for him when he was just a wee lad. Still, that doesn't mean he's a messed up loner. Aurellius is, well... slick. Businessmen have this chivalrous and charismatic sense of personality about them. Still, Aurellius is ruthless, and isn't afraid to leave behind anyone slowing the group down. He isn't fond of Faunus either. They're just sub-human weirdos, with god damn rabbit ears and cat tails. Its weird, and most don't look good in suits. Still, Aurellius is a little... compassionate of his friends, if you're lucky enough to survive long enough to become one. You're either a friend or just another person. That, or you're family. Family really isn't different from friends.
History:
Around the time of Aurellius' birth, the company Bellum Manufacturer Co. had been developed. Naturally, with those god damn Grimm on the rise, you couldn't say no to an offer like that. And thus, the weapons company had been born, and quickly began pumping out equipment and armor and weapons for anyone who was a fighter. Of course, Bellum doesn't really have much of a focus, more or less just pumping out the red and white simple weaponry that most people wanted. However, the R&D segment of the company was having a field day, making many weapons, such as Ascalon itself!
Aurellius, being the son of the head of the company, was raised from privilege at birth. Anything he could have needed was provided to him. A private teacher, hundreds of fancy toys to play with. Really the only thing he didn't get was a childhood. Not like that's a bad thing or anything. Aurellius would later thank his father for making him the adult he was. Instead of going out for high-school dances, Aurellius went to balls and parties. Politicians and Princes were his only contact with people for the most part. He was taught to think those under him were worth less, and thus he doesn't have many moral parties with firing any slackers or fuck-ups.
Seeing as his father ran a huge company with hundreds of weapons, why not teach your son how to use them? More private tutors, of course, these ones taught Aurellius how to fight. Until Ascalon had been created, Aurellius trained in a vast assortment of easily available weapons. Combat-scythes, gunknives, hammer-grenade launchers, spear-rifles. The whole lot of them. Hell, even a few massive cannons. You don't know heavy until you lug one of those around.
After Ascalon had finally been developed, his father had finally thought to enroll Aurellius into Beacon Academy. And you might know how that went. Pretty successful, he might say. Well grades, a good team. Of course, when he signed up, he wasn't really expecting to look for some stupid trinket that might not even be real.
Other:
Carrot-cake is the best flavor of cake.
A gift born of the brutal wars fought for domination of the world of Remnant. What is this gift you ask? From the poorest peasant to the richest businessman, not a soul knows what exactly it is. It does have a name however, but whatever it does is still up to mystery. The Harbinger Relic, an item currently searched for by the entiriety of Remnant. Whatever the Relic does is up to your imagination; the item could grant you one wish, it could also grant you eternal life. Perhaps even make you the ruler of the world.
Four Kingdoms currently fight for what they believe is rightfully theirs. Vale, Mistral, Atlas, and Vacuo all search for what is rumored to be a powerful item that could speak the fate of Remnant. Even while Grimm, beasts born of darkness, ravage countrysides and destroy towns, everyone still looks for The Harbinger Relic. Huntsmen and Huntresses are sent out to scour the globe. What are the Hunters you might ask? Why, only Humanity's best and brightest. Either people given a gift from birth, or simply having extreme talent, a Hunter's role is to hunt.
Of course, Grimm aren't the only thing on the menu nowadays. Instead of being sent to aid the people, Hunters are merely used as dogs to find this rumored gift. All the while this bloody search goes on, the forces of darkness gather and collect, looking to finally bring an end to Humanity.
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Welcome to this brand new RP Co-GMed by yours truly and GMed by Arkenov. Now you might be asking, what the heck is the plot? Or even, why the hell did you drag me in here, Beo? Don't fret, as all will be revealed soon.
This RP is about four groups of Huntsmen and Huntresses. Each group belongs to each of the countries, all of them sent for one goal. Find The Harbinger Relic and try not to lose it to one of the other teams. Sounds simple, eh? Well... it kind of is. Still, things won't go exactly as you might expect. You'll come across the Grimm, Mercenaries seeking the Relic for themselves, Faunus revolution groups, and other nasty sorts of people. You also have to worry about the other teams, whether you decide to work together or fight to the death is up to you.
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Rules:
1. Arke and I are the Gods of this realm, however, that does not mean we simply act benevolently. Our godly actions will have less of a picture and less of an impact as well. If you decide to break any rules, though, we might decide to throw a pack of Beowulves at you, or even a lighting strike.
2. Respect one another. We don't wanna see any fighting amongst OOC chat or anything. No God Modding or taking control of another character unless they give you permission first.
3. Tell us if you're going to be leaving or quitting. We want you guys to be responsible and active. If you have a vacation to go on, tell either I or Arkenov, and we'll get it settled. Of course, since I know all of you personally, it might be a bit difficult for you to just vanish.
4. Try to keep active on the OOC. I know most of us have Steam or what not, but simply asking everyone how their day is going is more than enough to keep it all running smoothly.
5. Lastly, we're trying to have fun. Speak up if you think we're going against this rule, as you all have the right to tell your thoughts. I don't want to do something I think is perfectly fine to have others get bored and irritated or anything.
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Hopefully. Sorry for my inactivity as well. I am going to be bringing my computer to a shop, and I've had plenty of friends look at it, but to no avail. I'll go ahead and badger at him, see why he ain't activiting.
Lies and blasphemy. It's Tuesday!
Of bloody course, my computer still hasn't been fixed yet. I'll see if I can gain access to another computer to type something up, but the chances are low.
Now Rickard can't scream in terror! Not like he would do that or anything. He's a manly man, after all.
But still, hearing an AK go off behind you in full auto? 2spooky4me
Now Rickard can't scream in terror! Not like he would do that or anything. He's a manly man, after all.
But still, hearing an AK go off behind you in full auto? 2spooky4me
Oh, I know Jum. He's a nolifer like me, but he's just too lazy to do much. :P
You hear that, Jum? Quit procrastinatin'!
You hear that, Jum? Quit procrastinatin'!
Sorry for not speaking myself. Since my computer still isn't fixed, it's a pain to actually get on here. Mobile sucks. I know Jum is still alive, though. But he should have said something by now.
Woo! What a crowd, I can't believe how loud it is. The cheering is almost as loud as my sarcasm!
Good post, Rare, but I can't help but get confused due to your writing style. Is English not your first language?
Good post, Rare, but I can't help but get confused due to your writing style. Is English not your first language?
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