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8 yrs ago
Nine Inch Nails is probably the best example of "Edgy but fucking Great"
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8 yrs ago
Holy shit it's been nearly 2 years since I've posted in an IC. Damn, it feels good to do that again.
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8 yrs ago
January was quite possibly the worst meme month in the past 2 years.
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8 yrs ago
Every👏🏻Man👏🏻A👏🏻King
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10 yrs ago
That feel when Steam is down on Christmas.
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"Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ"
-Hᴜᴇʏ Lᴏɴɢ, Lᴏᴜɪsɪᴀɴᴀ's Gᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴏʀ

SingerActorENTPMusic LoverHistorianHuey Long FanNot a fan of the Nation Of IsraelCatholic


To put it simply, I'm a High Schooler living outside of the U.S who happens to hold an extreme interest in 20th Century obscure historical figures such as Huey Long, Gregor Strasser, Father Charles Coughlin, and Corneliu Codreanu. I've been RPing on here on and off since I was 12 (fuck it's been awhile) on multiple accounts (I started this one when I was around 13), over that time, I've most certainly gotten better both as a writer and someone who's able to get into character. My favourite (and really only) types of RPs are NRPs because I feel like they play into my interests of politics, character creation, and historical contexts/world-building. My favourite settings are those stereotypical post-apocolypse dystopias that you would see the generic Young Adult book protagonist wander around, though I'm also open for Sci-Fi, Modern, and Historical settings. I'm not the biggest fan of Steampunk though, so it's slightly more difficult for me to get involved in those. When RPing, I prefer not to get involved into the stats side of things, as I'd much rather dive deep into the lore of both the setting I'm RPing with and the Characters/Nations I'm using for that RP in question.


Now, for more about myself, I'm a massive fan of Music in general and a Singer. My favourite band changes what seems like weekly, though I'd say I'm a massive fan of Nine Inch Nails, Turnover, The Smashing Pumpkins, Foster The People, Weathers, and Smashmouth The Wombats. My favourite songs are probably Closer, by Nine Inch Nails, Knights of Cydonia, by Muse, BYOB, by System of a Down, Pumped up Kicks, by Foster The People and I Don't Wanna Know, by Weathers. My favourite games are NBA2k18 and Crusader Kings 2, though I'm also a fan of HOI4 (yay Kaiserreich) and EU4.


Database of some RPs I've ran:
Age of Rebirth (Post WW3)
The original. Was a popular NRP for it's time but eventually died out.
The Rise of Man (Fallout-like RP)
The "sequel" to Age of Rebirth. Was quite interesting building off the history of an NRP that already happened to create a new one.
Sollus Supremus (Dune-like Space Opera)
I decided to venture out of my comfort zone a bit with this one, some really generic Space Opera.
Age of Rebirth: The Rising Tide [Post-Apocolyptic NRP]
Honestly my favourite one I've ever made, though that's most likely because I've become a better writer over the past 3 years, considering I'm no longer 13, like I was when I made Age of Rebirth.


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So, anyone else making an IC post?


Accepted
Interested
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With the exception of the massive population loss from unrestricted nuclear warfare and Russia's massive tank army breaking down in droves (see ww2 to Geogrian conflict)

Maybe in this alternate timeline, they stayed in ww1 and won it entirely!!! Annexing huge swaths of land including Germany..

Or or or, Germans in ww2 fail super hard and Russia takes them out by 1940, then invades Japan and France (using the guise of Vichy France being nazi controlled even after the war ends) omg, I really really like alternate possibilities :)


In all of my IC posts I'll reveal a bit more of lore of the Kingdom.
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That sir, is amazing. Let me start writing up an ns so I can get son plot on!


Cool.

Kingdom of Sol
Council Meeting is 3 Days Away
Earth, New Sol
Slavius Castle


Dimitry sat alone quietly in his room, simply reading about the recent news throughout the galaxy. Headlines like "Possible Embargoes on Kurtiye" and "Galactic Wide Spice Shortage" flash through the papers but they are simply ignored. Dimitry knows they are simply just superstitions by a population itching for something to do. Why, you might think they'd wish an end to the 200 generations of Pax Sollus and its great peace. The people where just wanting a movement to rally behind, no matter how ridiculous it would be. Dimitry knew that their hopes where most likely futile, most likely nothing would come of this council meeting. The Kurtiye will most likely stay in their state of madness and the so called "Spice Shortage" would be addressed and proven wrong, and besides, even if it was right, the great Kingdom had a colony dedicated to the production of it in its purest form.

Spice itself was nothing but an addictive substance loved by the rich across the galaxy. Similar to the great Opium Wars during the Age of British on Earth this substance was yearned for enough to start conflicts that could kill thousands, but the Kingdom quickly just swooped in when it was in high demand and grabbed up a colony for it, creating one of the largest sources of income for the nation.

A knock on the door causes Dimitry to jump out of his chair.

"Come in." Dimitry states.

The door slides open and in walks his wife. Sasha Alekseyevna was her original name before the marriage. She was the daughter of the governor of Christ's Light during his father's reign as king. She was wearing a long flowing blue dress and her tiara was on her head. Her blue eyes seemed to glow as she looked at him. Her blonde hair went down to the middle of her back.

"Oh, hello dear, I thought you'd be out meeting the guests." Sasha says.

"I'd rather not do that right now." Dimitry tells Sasha

"Why not, its not like you need to make some peace treaty, this is just a formal meeting, and not even that. The actual even is three days from."

"Really Sasha, there is no need to press the issue."

"Do you just want me to do it?"

"If you'd like Sasha."

"Well okay than you downer, I hope you'll at least be at the ball later tonight at the square." Sasha says, annoyed, as she walks out the door.

Sorry about low activity. Is the green outline on the map where the Abyssal Domain is?

Anyways, here's the complete app with much more detail in regards to technology and history:

[spoiler=The Abyssal Domain]
Name of Nation: The Abyssal Domain.
Species Description:
The Calzonit

The Calzonit are a ancient, powerful species whose origins lie on a world where the seas dried up millions of years ago. Their kind for centuries have traveled the stars as merchants and conquerors all the same.
They are nearly eight feet tall on average, with bristled bodies and a distinctive head which seems to have no mouth- only thousands of tiny, square eyes. They do have a mouth, but it is a small mouth under their eyes right above their small, triangular chin. Their head has elaborate hair patterns which come in numerous fashions and arrays, often sprouting from the top of their lenses and to the sides. Their brain you see, is not in their "head", it is in their body. The Calzonit breathe through their back instead of their head, you see.
Calzonit as a species are hermaphroditic, with a patterns of intercourse that far more resembles that of a worm than a human (through the back is what they prefer since than they can work while they seed). After intercourse, one or even both of the breeding Calzonit may grow a tumor-like external fetus that grows on them until it is six inches in size. After which, the fetus becomes a baby and simply falls off the parent to be nurtured by its parent to working age.
The Calzonit as a species are extremely proud of their nature- and look down upon humans as a degenerative form of themselves. They mock the humans who see them as anything other than the ideal form. Yet, humans are widespread and so as a reality of life openly deal with them and other species. Even hive minds the Calzonit begrudgingly tolerate.

Area in the Galaxy (Use map posted below):
Unsure, but somewhere between the 3-Kiloparsec Arm and Sagittarius Arm is ideal. They aren't huge, only moderate in size.

Technological Description;
The FTL drives the Domains have as their standard are noticeably faster by a factor of 1.4x to the average society, for the Domains need such drives in order to get around. These drives however have a bad habit of consuming more [insert exotic matter type here] than your typical drive. Appearance wise, imagine your typical warp drive but bigger, more robust, metallic and with an insultingly simplistic appearance.
The strength of the Domains comes in their kinetic kill weaponry and particle based technologies. Their metallurgy has reached a point from millennia of forging that they have found alloys that are capable of absorbing and redirecting energy blows to their exhaust (reducing the damage from energy based weaponry) and being hard to punch through with kinetic force in general due to the plating structure allowing for intensive shock absorption from all sides. Get out the mass drivers if dealing with an Abyssal Domain ship. Or have lots of evasive traits and a good energy weapon and you may whittle down their defenses in time.
Their kinetic kill weapons are literally what you may be imagining them as, spinal mount small drivers which kill the enemy with sheer kinetic force. The Calzonit for all their supposed Unitarian-ness still have engineers who insisted on chiseling with their plasma torches giant fist at the tip of each and every slug by hand (in a highly stylized form to not tax too much on the impact, of course).
The Calzonit also make liberal use of power armor when concerning classes in their society that involve work impossible to carry out nude, as is how they prefer to conduct their activities.

History:
The Abyssal Domain is the product of disillusionment with the laziest despots to ever beseech their kind. For on their home world an empire spanned the whole world and the decadence that went on in this planetary empire led to the laziest society in the galaxy. The elite did no work while everyone else did all the work. This society one day imploded in on itself and the priests took over by force, so disgusted by the immoral ways of their leaders that their caste spoke of the purpose of life itself, as the purpose of life can’t possibly be happiness. If it were, happiness wouldn’t cause chaos. After a decade of arguing, one school of thought among these monks took over and from the bottom of society it was head- the meaning of existence is perpetual toil.
Endless working, not as a means to happiness, but as a perpetual effort to ensure order in the universe. And that those with power should work the hardest. And the monks took to this mindset dearly- they worked day and night speaking, building and servicing the whole of society without so much a second thought. They set the example and the rest followed. The “metrics of work” was developed in this time period, and would be used to define work effectiveness to this day.
The Abyssal Domain’s foundations, now set begun toiling on new crafts and inventions, iterating and iterating to new technologies in a technological revolution that made the Calzonit a space faring species who now spans numerous worlds within the Domain and outside the Domain.

Government Description:
Technocratic Theocracy
The Abyssal Domain is not completely centralized, instead it consists of multiple world states that have their own variations on the Metrics of Work, an encoded set of standards that are the closest thing the Abyssal Domain has to actual law. For the morality of the Domains is rigged such that hard workers are rarely, if ever punished if they fall into a psychotic state and murder lower level workers- yet talking shit to a hard worker is punished by death. The Abyssal domain for enforcing the metrics rely on something akin to a neighborhood watch; various members in the Abyssal Domain have monk-work as part of their duties in society and enforce the metrics with draconian precision.
The second a baby calzonit can work, it is set to labor. Calzonits who have noticeable talents in fields such as warfare, artwork and so forth get moved to said positions by monks who also work in the fields of war, artwork and diplomatic duties.
The most loathsome job is that of diplomat. The aliens keep making them froth about doing nothing, it is horrible. But it is a sacrifice some make to secure rights to work in other societies where there is a deficiency in work being done, as defined by a galactic metric of work which essentially evaluates other societies to see if their productivity is optimal and if it is not the Abyssal Domain will send workers to these other societies to optimize production if given the clearance to do so, if not it is assumed said society will likely collapse.

Cultural/Religious Description:

The Abyssal belief system is one based on the ideal worker; the worker is above all in their society. Those who work hardest and most diligent are who lead, the lazy are euthanized. Their society, despite its unitary pretenses values aesthetics with massive temples and statues painstakingly built as monuments to the labor, of which is not a means as with human society, but an end of itself. Or, the Abyssals do not work towards anything but greater profession. There is no real sense of leadership among the Abyssals, which means they are not terribly centralized. Instead it is a lose network of watchmen and planetary fiefdoms ruled by oligarchies of professionals that holds the Abyssal Domain together. Each planet ruled by the Abyssal Domain has a militia fleet for defense, with the domain as a whole having a military fleet ran by a co-culture within the Domains that act as guardians, unwavering in their endless duty to keep the workers free from disruption by slavers and other such banditry.
The faith of the Domain is based in the ideal of reincarnation; for after one dies, they are born once more to continue their work. The perpetual labor has been instilled into the minds of those in the Domain by how in their long history every time they had a leader, they grew decadent and society collapsed. Every time. The faith of the Domain has no true origin; rather it is convergence of hundreds of wise individuals who fundamentally re-ordered civilization in a grand revolution that consumed their whole home world. The old ways were purged, systemically wiped out and in its place the instilled purpose of life being to wage war against entropy and chaos, to forever toil is perfection. There is no utopia, for utopia is a state of non-working, of non-living. And is doomed to disaster. There is no end to the grandest task, and no leader can be trusted to achieve these ends- it must be held true from the lowest echelons to the highest echelons of society that the meaning of existence is endless, fulfilling toil and to labor forever and ever more.

Other;
The Calzonit aren't suppossed to be a monoculture even if the unitary society of the Domain seems to indicate such- if someone else wants to make a calzonit culture seperate from the Domains feel free, my species is public domain.
I am assuming this RP to be stylized and not the 'tryhard sci-fi opera' genre that always ends in disaster so I will not fret about scale here. I'll just assume 99.9% of all stars in the galaxy to be totally void of any resources beyond rock, iron, gas and ice.
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Yes they would.

Just don't in the way of their endless toil with your ideological bullshit.

And never ever deny the logical infallibility that is reincarnation. That would be insanity, to die and never live to work again. Only materialistic hedonists think that way. Don't be like them, okay?

...Especially the ones who keep getting in the way of the workers.


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@Monkeypants
Also, hows this for territory?
Ok, I know its a huge expanse but it'll be justified, id like to reserve the core with my borders touching everyone that is currently around where I want to be.

I write from a tablet and phone so doing edits with paint is quite difficult if near impossible.

And actually, looking at the map.. If I get what I'm wanting, ill be roughly as large as red on that map so its not too far fetched/extreme.

Edit; from my pretty extensive experience, chats kill ooc's.. When ooc dies, RP dies.

Can't carry those ideas to ooc and dont even bother saying "oh ooc wont die" I've heard that so many times.


Well you are certainly more experienced than me on this matter (and you where a pretty active member of my first RP) so I'll sleep on it.
Worst comes to worst I'll just make a big chat on the guild that has us all sending the messages in character.
It will be slower, but hopefully it won't kill it.
So where I live (Dubai) 5 PM on Friday would be
8 Am in New York City
5 Am in Los Angeles
1 Pm in London
And 2 Pm in Constantinople.
I'd be willing to move it to probably any time between 5 PM on Friday (Dubai Time) to 2 AM on Saturday (Dubai Time) so just do the conversions around those times and we can agree on something.
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