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16 days ago
Current Got a firm admonition from my boss today for all that overtime. Forwarded it to my project manager. I have a bad feeling about this, but let's see...
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29 days ago
Slowly catching up to things again. Still ill and my lungs hurt, but at least I'm moving... somehow! ;-)
1 mo ago
Will get to all pending stuff early in the morning. Feeling too ill currently.
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1 mo ago
Since people claim themselves to be derived from apes, but in reality that would have been a massive, anti-evolutionary downgrade performed by nature in a non-negligible number of cases.
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1 mo ago
Ultra busy these days again. There will be delays.

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Welcome to my profile page!


Who the hell is this person behind those many miles of fiber optics and copper cable ?

  • I'm a 30 year old guy.
  • ... from Germany
  • ... who's working as an embedded system's engineer.


Where the hell did you get that nickname?

Once I played an undead warrior in a fantasy RP. His skin was badly burnt. The other players found him to be a funny being and started making jokes that his skin would come apart in a fierce fight, effectively making him dispense scraps of it all over the place. Therefore he'd be a 'scrap-warrior' and 'scrap' translates to German as 'Fetzen'. I found that name to be better suited than my old one, so I adopted it.


And into which hell will I descend with you participating in one of my roleplays?

  • I'm a fantasy addict: medieval high and low!
  • I'd consider myself to be a low casual roleplayer, 3 paragraphs per post on average.
  • My schedule varies. It might happen that I won't be able to post at all for a week, but then again it might happen that I'll reach a sweet spot inside which I can go on a posting rampage. I'd say one can expect 1-2 posts a week from me, depending on the lengths involved.
  • Beware! I love 'strange' characters!
  • English is not my native language, but so far I've not encountered anyone who had had trouble with me over that :)
  • Both Skype and Discord are not unknown variables to me.


Want to RP with me ? Shoot me a PM, but don't shoot me!



Thanks for visiting!

Most Recent Posts

@Gordoth Yeah sorry. I need to catch up on the current state of things first, then I'll try to make a decent post. I know I suck... :/
So my boss has dictated a strict ban on any more overtime for me -- something that even my project manager will have to obey to with his plans. I have slight hopes that this might improve my responsiveness in the future... :/
Týfurkh


It would hardly have required any more than just one of the ordinary five human senses in order to recognize that the woman he had just lifted up onto the roof was not amused at all by what he had just done. She probably was cursing more than half of the city had done... when it had still been alive, of course. Part of his mind was having troubles resisting the temptation to ponder about the irony of her cursing: All that random fuss actually only helped to diminish the effect of being actually pissed off. If a bad mood was the only mood one had noone would take it seriously anymore on the long run. Should he tell her about that ? Maybe not that of a good idea: Instead of reducing the randomness she could just boost the remainder even further...

Týfurkh glanced at Chres, then at the magical contraption he had just formed. Quite impressive one had to say, clearly. He was not worried at all about it holding, but moreso about the roof that was at the end of it. The tiles and struts were sagging beneath his armored feet. If the girl he just helped up here would see this she'd probably spot the opportunity for an immediate tit-for-tat response, but if he'd actually break through the structure and fall onto the floor below it would be a lot worse.

He was on the verge of saying 'Thanks!' and apologizing for the circumstances he created, but it never came that far. Right in front of his eyes the effects of the rapid and unexpected application of force and torque unfolded. Chres' head slammed right onto the roof very hard, but for no reason that was immediately obvious. Only when Týfurkh noticed the dry voice shouting at them he started to comprehend that this maybe had not been a simple mishap, but something else... He had no knowledge about everyone's voice so far, but there was something evil to it that didn't originate from the spoken words themselves.

In one quick move, Týfurkh detached the crossbow from his back and grabbed it firmly with both hands. A clicking sound indicated that the locking mechanism was disengaged. A bolt was already loaded, so the thing was ready. But... where to aim ? And would this kind of weapon even be effective ? At least he wouldn't lie if he'd say that he didn't know who the healer was...
Lovely posts I have to say! Let's see when I can get that heap of junk that is myself moving and get out a reply. Should reply to one or two other roleplays as well.
I've been trying to figure out what would be a reasonable thing to post next, but have not come to a true conclusion so far. This might very well be attributed to my week-long utter lack of enthusiasm for RPing. I don't know how this will develop, but for the meantime I'd like to ask for a one-time skip this posting round for me so I don't keep blocking you.
I think you all might have noticed that I have practically ceased posting here. All I can do is apologize for that -- both the speed of posting and a recent lack of enthusiasm for RPing have overwhelmed me. I will try to find my way back in hopefully sooner than later if that's possible.
Honestly I think we should pay attention to the character roster not breaking too far apart from each other.
For quite a bunch of moments Vathalyk had just been standing there, observing the overall situation and carefully listening to the steady stream of interfering noises. As usual and as could be expected of your average tavern this one was a loud place, so it was putting quite a bit of strain on his mind to try and filter out what actually was relevant and what just random, everyday talk.

Yet there was one thing that didn't require any attention to identify as relevant at all. It was deafening even if heard from inside the crowd, causing the windows to rattle and certainly blowing off the major part of the layer of dust that had silently accumulated over the years. Vathalyk had to suppress the urge to cough, but even more so he had to suppress his inner demand to run outside and see what happened. He would have done so for sure if there hadn't been a man, seemingly an half-elf hybrid, approaching him all of a sudden.

"A job ?" he asked, glowing eyes staring onto the top of Urdal's head as he craned his neck downwards. One could hear his horns detaching from the ceiling with a grinding noise. "What kind of job would that be ?" Vathalyk narrowd his eyes, sensing the possibility of a spontaneously laid-out trap. Yes, the overall situation of the world was very particular to say the least, but had things changed so dramatically that even he was being offered a job by a half-human so easily ? The man hardly knew anything about him! Either he was treacherous or very desperated. Possibly both.

Anyway. He could no longer resist moving, so Vathalyk turned away from the wall and started the return journey through the undersized hallway. While Urdal could very well get the impression that Vathalyk had about the grace and overall way to move of a brick he was at least signaled to follow outside. Then, with the tavern finally no longer confining him, Vathalyk could see the true dimension of the issue: A dragon! At least it looked like one... But it had not started eating any villages, at least there was no spill of blood on the ground or burning houses nearby. Was pure, helpless acoustic rage all that being could offer ?

"What the hell do you think you are doing ?" Vathalyk addressed Endrokin straightforwardly.
"The very fact that you roam about here without doing what your kind usually does dramatically weakens the point I assume you are trying to make -- and that probably is making other people believe you are far superior in every aspect and must therefore neither be insulted by even the slightest accidental degree nor harmed in any kind that is either real or something your mind spontaneously came up with because it suited your current mood." Vathalyk crossed his arms in front of his breast. "Look at me. Do I have to scare everybody off and shout around as loud as I can in order to address a problem ? I believe not. And that is in full spite of the fact that the vast majority of people regards me as a demon of some kind."
I'll try to post as soon as I can, probably during my work break in a couple of hours. Can't do it earlier, sorry :/
Who needs axes ? You can do it with brute strength!

Well... at least Vathalyk can... Or at least try it... If he really wants it... Which greatly depends on his current mood... Which greatly depends on his surroundings... Which, in this context, is roughly equivalent to the behavior of the people surrounding him...
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