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STATUS: A roleplay not for the timid: "The quest to restore the abandoned Waffle House" 11 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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A very very depressed Clem-choholic.
And a reminder to Myst about their present obligations...
^ Won't someone think of the wee little turtles?!
For those who (still) do not know what Clem is
And a reminder to Myst about their present obligations...
^ Won't someone think of the wee little turtles?!
For those who (still) do not know what Clem is
Banned a second time. Because if you offend one Clem-clone, you offend them all.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Ghe was startled to see someone had dared shoot at his target, although it was his own fault for not taking the shot himself, as nobody had claimed any targets as their own. He quickly glanced around at other known targets, a southern rifleman was being doggedly singled-out, the sniper was obviously down, and the enemy patrol had melted out of his sight; either towards cover or to their graves. Then, as effective aimed suppressive fire was finally pouring in, an sudden realization had occured to him as the enemy fire did not appear to actually wane.
His realization was that the enemy was able to take shelter in those concrete houses, unseen, unengaged. He also noticed the officer had fled into a building, a tall one, and was being careful to avoid windows. He knew he had to crush the resistance up-close, playing at this as though a shooting-gallery was just going to eventually make themselves the easier target. They must advance.
At first he crawled, with his bush-rag of a helmet-cover concealing his face, hiding the fear in his eyes from sight. Then he began to use the huts for concealment, and began moving along in short rushes, crouching along low-walls. The grenades at his thigh were prepped, but the Simmonov rifle was alway kept paramount in his hand whenever he peaked around cover, noting that as long as he kept the rifle and uniform out of sight, he looked like just any other scared person. This is how he worked around the flanks of the machine-gun, flicked out his spike-bayonet, and infiltrated the machine-gun nest to take the deadly gun for his own use. Of course, the current user was not permitted to have much say in the matter after he put several rounds into the man. It was a big belt-fed thing with a stock slapped on as an afterthought, clearly an inferior American design. But before he could use this weapon against them, there was that pesky radio-operator to deal with, he pulled a greande from his thigh, wrapped the primer-cord around his middle finger, and gave it a quick toss in his direction, but making sure he'd either have to leave cover to reach it, sit there and hope he didn't get fragged, or abandon his position.
His realization was that the enemy was able to take shelter in those concrete houses, unseen, unengaged. He also noticed the officer had fled into a building, a tall one, and was being careful to avoid windows. He knew he had to crush the resistance up-close, playing at this as though a shooting-gallery was just going to eventually make themselves the easier target. They must advance.
At first he crawled, with his bush-rag of a helmet-cover concealing his face, hiding the fear in his eyes from sight. Then he began to use the huts for concealment, and began moving along in short rushes, crouching along low-walls. The grenades at his thigh were prepped, but the Simmonov rifle was alway kept paramount in his hand whenever he peaked around cover, noting that as long as he kept the rifle and uniform out of sight, he looked like just any other scared person. This is how he worked around the flanks of the machine-gun, flicked out his spike-bayonet, and infiltrated the machine-gun nest to take the deadly gun for his own use. Of course, the current user was not permitted to have much say in the matter after he put several rounds into the man. It was a big belt-fed thing with a stock slapped on as an afterthought, clearly an inferior American design. But before he could use this weapon against them, there was that pesky radio-operator to deal with, he pulled a greande from his thigh, wrapped the primer-cord around his middle finger, and gave it a quick toss in his direction, but making sure he'd either have to leave cover to reach it, sit there and hope he didn't get fragged, or abandon his position.
Banned because I cannot into blorb-form.
Banned because all the hot air in Chicago is causing rampant inflation.
Talking with the specific puropose of preventing things from happening, still expect to get paid for it.
Talking with the specific puropose of preventing things from happening, still expect to get paid for it.
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