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STATUS: TFW you've been so hyper-focused on modern fortification that you forget what a castle is for an RP. 12 hrs ago
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TFW you've been so hyper-focused on modern fortification that you forget what a castle is for an RP.
12 days ago
But yeah, the long shorty of nation-RPs is they require the existance of other nations and as a consequence, other concurrent nation-RPs... which usually means entire dedicated forums.
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BTW, I've been off/on a persistent nation-RP since '05. If I ported it over to here... there's going to be a LOT of noodle-incidents. youtube.com/watch?v=yNbJb1N…
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From there, you create a pool of characters hailing from "your nation". And they interact with characters from "other nations" to incite incidents internationally.
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Nation RPing is basically open-persistent world-craft roleplay. If "your nation" isn't consistantly persistent between a multitude of roleplays, it's a LOT of dead-end work.
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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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That's like saying garden-rakes, knives, water-balloons in winter, cars, and firearms are inherently dangerous.
As is coffee, alcohol, tobacco, and cell-phones.
Especially when you combine all these things with a starving pitbull that knows how to drive a dodge charger.
As is coffee, alcohol, tobacco, and cell-phones.
Especially when you combine all these things with a starving pitbull that knows how to drive a dodge charger.
Banned for ironicly being the alpha and omega of ban-cycles.
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Ghe crawled into position, although he noted that the Degtyaryov would more than likely silence the entire patrol, he had concerns that the grenadier could somehow find cover from the hailstorm of bullets, and deliver a nasty surprise later in the assault. He nodded at the gunner's assistant and eyed the grenadier before focusing his attention at his own targets. The heavy weapons were obvious targets of priority, but the sapper remembered one thing that the enemy seemed to have an abundance of: radio-operators and officers.
Knowing what to look for, it wasn't too hard to figure out which one was roving between the heavy weapons, being followed loosely by another rifleman lugging a large pack with an antenna sticking out. The patrol likely had one too, but again he was hoping that a good belch of fire from the young machine-gun team could silence them all.
Not taking his eyes off the two he began to unfold his spike-bayonet, and seated it firmly into the wet soil until it could support the rifle's wieght without leaning. He then took his left hand and braced it against the buttstock of his SKS, lining up his shot at the radioman first, and glancing around to note locations of the machine-gunner and other riflemen within the village. He'd have to trust the two young farm-children with a machine-gun. Although he would be a hypocrite to critisize, as he looked and often acted more like a french colonist who'd woken up and simply put on the wrong uniform that day; albeit on the short and scrawny side.
"Rappelles toi, Pas de tirs d'avertissement." He quietly reminded their guide as he made sure the burlap strips of cloth from his helmet concealed his face, and his smirk. He knew the old man wasn't going to miss, at least not intentionally.
Knowing what to look for, it wasn't too hard to figure out which one was roving between the heavy weapons, being followed loosely by another rifleman lugging a large pack with an antenna sticking out. The patrol likely had one too, but again he was hoping that a good belch of fire from the young machine-gun team could silence them all.
Not taking his eyes off the two he began to unfold his spike-bayonet, and seated it firmly into the wet soil until it could support the rifle's wieght without leaning. He then took his left hand and braced it against the buttstock of his SKS, lining up his shot at the radioman first, and glancing around to note locations of the machine-gunner and other riflemen within the village. He'd have to trust the two young farm-children with a machine-gun. Although he would be a hypocrite to critisize, as he looked and often acted more like a french colonist who'd woken up and simply put on the wrong uniform that day; albeit on the short and scrawny side.
"Rappelles toi, Pas de tirs d'avertissement." He quietly reminded their guide as he made sure the burlap strips of cloth from his helmet concealed his face, and his smirk. He knew the old man wasn't going to miss, at least not intentionally.
Granted, but you accidentally kill them all before you can go on any of those crazy adventures you always dreamed of having with them.
I wish the new AAA games would still work on my old computer.
I wish the new AAA games would still work on my old computer.
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