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15 days ago
Current A roleplay not for the timid: "The quest to restore the abandoned Waffle House"
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1 mo ago
I do agree with Yandere's sentiment that words not wording workingly do be a problem this time of year.
1 mo ago
Scratch that, place your bets on polymarket.
2 mos ago
Looks like I'll be working on memorial day weekend. And no, this does not mean place any bets on polymarket.
3 mos ago
due to a typo on my part I was nearly convinced I owed the IRS nearly $3000 in excess taxes this year.
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-There will be delays in replies. Largely due to working overtime, voluntary obligations; other RPs and online-things may compete for my attention.

'Bout me:
Started RPing (badly) back in '05, mostly doing nation-RPs with an emphasis on technology and strategy, later edging out to character-espionage and military-tactics before doing "less serious" character roleplays that were outside of the 2005-2008 continuity.

That's when I went to Dead-Frontier, and found the RP community there, joined a clan, did some pretty good roleplays and pretty much loosened-up my online-personality. When the clan-leader decided to move her RPs here, most of the clan followed.

Took a course in technical-writing back in '08, so now I may sometimes use the semicolon correctly.

In 2010 I dusted off the old nation-RP continuity I had, doing a few hetelia-esque RP-shenanigans there..

RP-Habbits: I tend to geek-out on little technical-details, and sometimes infer how those details would impact the background of the roleplay. Great for world-building, not so great when you had a perfectly good plotline and I just MacGyver it off the rails (though I usually er to the side of amusement, sometimes it creates very grim side-stories).

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I'll correct one error in everyone's memory:
Elias was not my character.
If I remember correctly, he was some sort of child-trafficked sex-slave or exotic-dancer.

Emily only had one child, the second came from Natasha... You remember Natasha, right? the girl we lopped her arm off?
-And yes, the dog died nearly upon arrival to Nighthawk.

Dmitri was a seasonal roofer/hunter, and as such was good with guns, tools, and overall being prepared to go places.
-He's dead now. Remember when he and Nallore's character went to the military-base?
--Also, there was originally a scripted romance between the original fiery rignleader of Nighthawk, and Dmitri.
---That, and Sarafene wanted a piece of Dimitri... Yeah, he could've gone places snd spread so many STDs...

I was originally the co-GM, so I had to know this stuff for the privlidge to randomly kill survivors.
-I think some thought that they improved their chances of survival by being romantic (well, no... Nallore planned to drop and the base-raid was her last hurrah at the loss of Dmitri; And Natasha was offed on decree of Sarafene because of post-quality issues)

Oh, remember when Vanilla-fire/Exorcist93 crashed her car into the cabin by nighthawk, and she had hair just like Shan's? Turns out Vanilla-Fire had brain cancer or some other medical condition that drasticly cuts short a person's real-life-expectancy.
-So I guess I saved her for... that fuzzy feeling you get for saving people...
--Which brings us back to how and why I took control of Elias.
Captain Shelton said
I didn't join until the middle of TWD Northwards, so I can only relate what I saw. Basically, there was a group that formed in some of the north-western states that migrated around a lot, gained and lost characters and did cool stuff much like the show's cast. They holed up in a school for a while and my character Matt (whom my username is based off of) a US Army Captain, arrived during this period. He remained with the group for six months, acting as a head of Security and organizing a small and effective militia to defend the group, occasionally butting heads with the more pacifist members of the group. A zombie horde of a little over a thousand rolled into town without warning one day and the Captain, aided by several militiamen, evacuated the women and children while his Lieutenant and the rest of the group led the defense of the school. Hundreds upon hundreds of Walkers were slain but in the end there were too many and the school as overrun, killing most of the group of 40+ including Shelton's Lieutenant who died (along with several comrades) leveling the school to distract and trap some of the walkers while a few others escaped into the wild. Over the next few months, Matt became the leader of his own group made up of several militiamen and the old group's women and children as well as a young woman, Shan, whom he formed a romantic relationship with. Unbeknownst to this group, the rest of the main cast had also survived and formed their own group further away, in (of all places) a different school. These two groups came close to meeting and reuniting on a few occasions but fate always stepped in and prevented their interaction. Jackson, a hardened criminal and ex-security contractor arrived in the area of Matt's group with a band of raiders towards the end of the RP. Shan, the Captain's aforementioned girlfriend, left on her own to find the school group or at least evidence of their survival and was captured by a roving patrol of Jackson's who beat and attempted to rape her. Shan narrowly escaped for a brief period but was quickly discovered again by the same patrol, now short one member (By her doing) and looking for revenge. The Captain arrived then, having tracked her to the bank where the ambush took place and expertly beat down and crippled one of her surviving assailants, chasing the other into an alley and feeding him to a pack of Walkers. The Captain then (to the dual horror and satisfaction of Shan) tortured the surviving Raider for information on his group and leader, then hanged him from a light post with an American flag patch stabbed into his chest as a message/calling card. He and Shan then made their escape to a secluded area of the town just as Jackson and his raiders showed up to answer the patrol's distress call. They found the corpses of their comrades and were briefly distracted by Matt setting off some .50 caliber machine gun rounds as a diversion. The couple shortly thereafter made their escape and returned home safely with Jackson and Matthew swearing revenge/declaring war on each other. The roleplay then died. Unless the roleplayer controlling Jackson and Jamie (one of the militiamen in Matt's group) decides to join the RP (and the new guild for that matter) it will be mentioned in passing that both died over the course of the roleplay, prior to the group moving deeper into Washington were they now reside. Any old RPers from Northwards, feel free to correct me.

IIRC, the story started with a traffic-jam. Shamblers gaining from the rear, some ditched their cars and ran, other went off-road, a few tried shunting the abandoned lunks of steel out of the way. I know how my first post started-up...

The cast first really meets-up at a gas-station, to wipe bloodstains off their windshields and fuel-up. Names were swapped and a place to stay was offered. Sounded safe enough... Heck, they even found a survivor holed-up in the stroreroom...

Then along comes a cop... the shoot first sort out the paperwork when I get home sort... Well, a mild commotion started, a survivor got bit... and then shots were fired... then it became a bit of an ambulance-ride from hell to a deserted cabin where a makeshift ER was made to amputate a poor girl's arm.

The noise had gained the attention of a sprinter from the traffic-jam, who also happened to lead the horde upon them... we lost the police officer in the skirmish... He knew he wasn't well-liked...

Then we happened across a nifty ghost-town... I forget its name (I think it had 'nighthawk' in its name), but we had that shit plotted on Google-Earth down to the crap-shacks... Here things settled down as we happened across a stranded group of 'special' students on a field-trip. Some uneasy friendships were quickly formed mostly out of necessity, but as things seemed less desprate, they continued to stay together.

Well... 'Ol Demitri had the idea to gather some better guns from an abandoned military-base... turns-out it wasn't so abandoned... and they don't take too kindly to looters...
-A bunch of characters died, old 'D got bit in the shin by his new zombie-girlfriend, and they ran to Shan's school somewhere in the process of de-taching D's leg.
-Meanshile, the police-officer waltzed back into everyone's lives, much to D's ire... but a student put him out of his misery, so no more loose witnesses...
In RWBY 12 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
Hmmm...

Nope

This post is invalid.
US East/West
~Frostopper

WoT's tanks don't exactly suffer 'critical existance failures', well, they do, but there's a chance to cripple them as well.
Other than that, realistic names, and needing to factor individual gun-depressions and armor/module-schemes of various tanks makes it more tactical than say... Call Of Duty?
-Problem: apparently the same people that play CoD on X-Box Live will also play WoT. Upside: No voice-chat unless platooned.

Oh, and the gun doesn't keep up with where you aim, ever. So it doesn't matter how fast you are with a mouse, the turret only spins as fast as it can.
-There was even an RP
What, you want me to shank someone to get the story moving?
Turty!

Ollumhammersong said
Why must my character match my portrait?

If it did, I'd be a purple unicorn driving a flying race-car.
(Which is apparently legal)


No, I said troll.
As fun as your avatar is, there is no god-emperor in Shadowrun.
-Even though you'll be facing... pretty much the same threats... with only 4 other fellas...

However, we could always use a back-man with such skills.

Street-Sam = Redshirt with nine lives and probably the best killtastic-gun ever.
This is pretty much the fastest overview of Shadowrun I can find.

Text version: Take cyberpunk, add Tolkien, now send the hobbits on a quest to Eisengarden so they can peg the CEO of Pixel for being actually a front for a global invasion of arachnids.

I did mention cyberpunk, and all the dues-ex dystopia that entails, right?
-Just watch out for flashbangs in the closet, the trope-namer for the chunky salsa rule.
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