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STATUS: A roleplay not for the timid: "The quest to restore the abandoned Waffle House" 12 days ago
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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).
'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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Winter time
Seriously, this is rediculous. NEVER has anyone gone for a 1x1 premade plot and I'm getting pissy. The hell is going on?
>tends to stack as many premade plots/pairings on top of each of each other as possible until it hits a c-c-combo-breaker.
This gets balanced-out by almost-instant plot-derailment the moment someone finds something fun.
Edit: Aha! I found a way to make the scene work of being bumped into and scowling. Also, excuse the (most likely) low quality of post. Am in a similar state as Cecilia.
*glares at and punches Silver in the shoulder for bumping over Slyphy*
Tool Time
@Slypheed
I guess you've gotten the short [Mako-shaped] straw.
On the other hand, you get to bump into the major early.
I guess you've gotten the short [Mako-shaped] straw.
On the other hand, you get to bump into the major early.
<Snipped quote by Pilatus>
Well one of my Asian friends said it was. Just letting you know so now you can't say no one ever told ya.
Well, in this case the backseater is legitimately chinese.
I mean, I can see how Thai, Korean, Hmong, or any of the other Southeast Asian groups would get pretty deeply offended if you started mistakening one group for another.... especially after being personally corrected.
-Kinda like calling me a Bears-fan...
Similarily, what happens when you mistaken a Peruvian for a Mexican during the FIFA cup.
-You get rekt, especially when they're your boss.
Reading up on Vne's and ran into this regarding 1970's planes:
'parking the fun lever full forward, and waiting'
They mean the throttle. More modern planes need to throttle-back before something breaks when making sea-level dashes.
MiG-23 does not have this constraint. Like the nearly 90% pure-titanium F-4 Phantom II, the frame can park itself fully supersonic on the deck provided its fuel lasts long enough to finish the mission.
Granted, the plane is trying to kill you every second that you fly it, but still.
'parking the fun lever full forward, and waiting'
They mean the throttle. More modern planes need to throttle-back before something breaks when making sea-level dashes.
MiG-23 does not have this constraint. Like the nearly 90% pure-titanium F-4 Phantom II, the frame can park itself fully supersonic on the deck provided its fuel lasts long enough to finish the mission.
The CIA gave us a flare dispenser from a Frogfoot [Su-25] that had been shot down in Afghanistan. We gave it to maintenance – it was just a thing with wires coming out of it. Four hours later they had it operational on a MiG-21."
That proved to be a very important test. "In 1987 we had the AIM-9P, which was designed to reject flares, and when we used US flares against it would ignore them and go straight for the target. We had the Soviet flares – they were dirty, and none of them looked the same – and the AIM-9P said 'I love that flare'.
Granted, the plane is trying to kill you every second that you fly it, but still.
Captain Greggor swiftly stood at attention upon Major Kincaide's belated arrival, and listened to every word of the briefing in that uncouth western-english drawl; with all thouse rounded-off vowels. Then came the informal questions-and-answers part which every officer dreaded becauses there was always going to be someone who would ask for information the briefing-officer didn't have.
Thankfully, this lot seemed a bit more knowledgeable of why bits of information sometimes aren't in briefings; although the major did take some time to stress what they definately did not know in advance.
But then the new-arrivals had to start talking. Callsigns were often posted and easy enough to look-up if they had the time, but he'd seen a MiG-31 land earlier the evening before. The active airstrip was still not much more than compacted dirt and some tents when his MiG-23 flew in a week ago, the concrete strip only freshly being deemed fit for flying while the perforated-steel-plate strip still handled the bulk of air-traffic... so their ignorance was forgivable.
"Clem!" Yuril barked, "Captain Yuril Greggor of Mikoyan-Gurevich model 23, Bulgarian Air Force." He reported, in a thick yet clear accent of an officer; he then clicked his heels and bowed at the chinese person before edging towards the door, it was likely there were to be more questions, but most of them were probably along the same lines as the first. The Afrikaaneer probably wasn't yet in on the joke, but after he'd gotten his callsign Yuril had began replacing all his 'Roger' with 'Clem'. As a man of few words, it was nice to be able to convey to a friendly requesting aid that a fast and capable fighter with an experianced pilot inside was coming to assist in one word or less.
(only doing about 100 km/hr less than the official world-record at sea level; see also: SAGEBURNER, Mach 1.16 vs ~1.20 /w warload)
Thankfully, this lot seemed a bit more knowledgeable of why bits of information sometimes aren't in briefings; although the major did take some time to stress what they definately did not know in advance.
But then the new-arrivals had to start talking. Callsigns were often posted and easy enough to look-up if they had the time, but he'd seen a MiG-31 land earlier the evening before. The active airstrip was still not much more than compacted dirt and some tents when his MiG-23 flew in a week ago, the concrete strip only freshly being deemed fit for flying while the perforated-steel-plate strip still handled the bulk of air-traffic... so their ignorance was forgivable.
"Clem!" Yuril barked, "Captain Yuril Greggor of Mikoyan-Gurevich model 23, Bulgarian Air Force." He reported, in a thick yet clear accent of an officer; he then clicked his heels and bowed at the chinese person before edging towards the door, it was likely there were to be more questions, but most of them were probably along the same lines as the first. The Afrikaaneer probably wasn't yet in on the joke, but after he'd gotten his callsign Yuril had began replacing all his 'Roger' with 'Clem'. As a man of few words, it was nice to be able to convey to a friendly requesting aid that a fast and capable fighter with an experianced pilot inside was coming to assist in one word or less.
(only doing about 100 km/hr less than the official world-record at sea level; see also: SAGEBURNER, Mach 1.16 vs ~1.20 /w warload)
Just now noticed...
Me and @Foster are the only two with single seat aircraft.
Everyone else got two seaters.
We can take turns playing Xi, the chinese backseater on the MiG-31.
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