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14 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.
1 mo 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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As far as the parkour thing, I don't mind getting involved with the group but such a circumstance may not make Joy easily go "Okay, I'll go with you".


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"Challenge accepted."

edit: Is my character sheet accepted as-is, or do I need to write a lengthy novella-backstory for a character that has 50/50 chance of getting his spine snapped in half within 30 posts?
(The other half of possibilities are crazy-awesome, though)
<Snipped quote by Foster>

Vas ist das


You mean, what is combination of Nyan-Nayn, Cheeki Breeki, and Animus Vox?

What happens when college kids buy a working tank IRL
@Massasauga Ping!

@Kokushi Or you could get @AtomicNut (Miro) to get you drinkies.
@Foster Sure, but what would she pay with? And cats would make the best contraband.


Oh, I meant Atomic Nut.

But she can farm potatoes.
-From that, vodka can be made, just add sugar.

Also, I'm going to blame the apartment-fire mentioned by Kokushi on Miroslav trying to make pancakes.
-At least that's the story they told insurance.
@Foster Damnit Foster you and you fag stuff you know I'm obligated to let you in for reasons so you do this to me on purpose.

So is that accepted or no?

You also already well know I can take a 3-word bio and make it awesome.

Hoping @MinervianGrey is alright with paying rent to my guy and/or trying to hide the freeloaders from him.

Also, @Kokushi Your character is technically underage to be drinking booze.

Thus the following trigger-warnings shall be posted:
Rent, freeloaders, violence, cussing, running, underage drinking, underage smoking, public displays of affection, sleeping in unconventional locations, cat-ears, cats, jump-scares, being sneaky, trigger-warnings, nonsensical yet totally legit orders, caffeine-jitters, untidy living conditions, tidy living conditions, cleaning, people pretending to do homework when they're actually roleplaying, people greeting newbies to the social in ostrich.
So apparently I'm apping-up a bartender. No abusing his ability to dispense with a nigh-endless supply of booze and fried chicken-wings.

Going to keep it short for reasons.

Name: Adrian Vance
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Faction: Slumlord-bartender
Appearance: Da.
Clothing: See "Da."
Personality: Crusty exterior, with a side of wise-sass. But underneath all that genuinely cares for the welfare of his patrons.
Weapons: Pump Shotgun, fists, bad langrage.

Equipment: He runs a bar, so he's got a pretty good selection of craft-beers and hard-liquors via some fermentation-vats and a still. He's also got a grill, a deep-fryer, and a seldom-used coffee-maker somewhere in the back.

Bio:
Working on it. Jeeze.
I wonder if anyone found the theme song I snuck into my character sheet yet.

-That was supposed to be hidden?

Off-topic:
BTW, you're being cleared to post for the Namiens in RC on the 28th just as soon as you figure out what sort of ex-soviet helicopter they're using.

Back on topic:
I should probably get an app up "soon".
-Anyone else want to be a seeker?

The sound of Foster's RPs as of the now:
Combination of Nyan-Nayn, Cheeki Breeki, and Animus Vox.
"Maybe the lock is frozen." Chartose mused to the drow while she vented her anger upon the lock, watching the vilemaw scamper by and amuse itself on some snow. A commotion then occurred below and spooked all the creatures, Cartose and his familiar included. He saw Alya had fallen-down, but was sure that was not everyone's cause for alarm.

Chartose took one look at the crystalline Orc and cast his spear aside [nope], figuring it would be useless for blocking bludgeons and equally useless in doing any damage to it. Instead, he whipped-out a length of stout chain to lash at the facsimile-orc with, hoping to ensnare or knock-off a limb as he made a fighting withdrawal up the steps.

Fighting with two arm-spans worth of chain however great it is at providing a safe fighting-distance, is a cumbersome affair; it would not take long at all for it to snag or get caught on something, or for it to take too long to make-ready for another swing. In the highly likely event that the orc rushed too fast for him to make another swing, he whipped the chain off the ground and between the orc's legs with about as much force could be expected to come from a violently lashing five pound chain before he took his trusty tree-felling axe and counter-charged. Chartose was not patilcularily skilled at axe or club-fighting, but he was sure that tackling the orc head-first back down the stairs while driving an axe through its rock-hard skull would be the winning strategy of the day.
Tenna watched as Mutan fussed over the dress she hadn't worn in years, testing to see how well it fit despite how it would imply she had to have gained weight for any of that to change, making sure all the pleats were just right. She was then treated to an excellent view of Mutan leaving for the shooting-range.

She'd be performing laundry first, of course; providing Mutan a bit of a head-start to shoot some targets in peace before the others would even be informed of the informal meeting.

But as time marched on, Jarred eventually did return to inform Adria of an invitation to blow stuff up; this eventually led to a slight commotion in the halls that notified both Isaac and Erika that something interesting would be happening involving Mutan, Adria, Tenna, and firearms. Mortimer did not seem to show much interest.

When the dysfunctional ensemble of shipmates arrived, they were floored to discover that apparently 'high casual' meant 'wear an evening-gown', leaving only herself, Tenna, and Erika properly dressed for the occasion; as neither Isaac nor Adria had packed any evening-gowns.
You've got roughly 7 people interested, maybe 9 if Kokushi and I get involved ICly.

Even if half of them drop-out, you'll still have a solid core of 4 dedicated RPers or more.

Layman's terms: You're good to go, get an RP thread up with an OOC-tab.
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