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Wont be around today, too busy dying from this massive hang over. Sorry guys!
10 yrs ago
This is asking for an RP in which the Southend-on-Sea furniture bots battle for control with the Korean casino bots, in an ultimate struggle that will destroy the world.
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10 yrs ago
Suddenly building some kind of wall doesn't seem like a bad idea. Vote Frengo 2016 for RPG President.
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10 yrs ago
Is it sad that I bought a 10yo Netbook from Ebay with the sole intent of using it just to write my RP posts?
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10 yrs ago
Sea Gorillas are not a "personal" issue, and affect the entirety of mankind. It's morons like you that prevent social and cultural progress.
Woodhouse swerved left, and then right; his 2015 plate RV Winnebago Aspect screeching like a banshee every time he took the wise decision to avoid an abandoned car or truck.
He'd been stupid, too stupid, to have tried to make the Palacký Bridge in broad daylight. If it weren't for the sheer weight of his over expensive, second hand motor home, he'd of gotten bogged down about a hundred sick people back. As luck would have it though, his Winnebago joyfully ploughed through all opposition; dead people, light debris, it took it all. Sure, the engine was starting to rattle a bit, and the heat gauge on the dashboard was keenly indicating a busted radiator, but he'd worry about that when he got to where he was going.
And where he was going, was the Heck outta this crazy city!
"Go to Prague, they said," Woodhouse wheezed as he miraculously avoided another stationary vehicle. "It's cultured. It's rich in heritage. You'll love it." A moped bounced off the front of the Winnebago, sending it somersaulting over the edge of the bridge. "Yeah right," he said, followed by a phlegmy cough.
The windshield shattered before he heard the crack of a rifle; Woodhouse panicked, sending the steering wheel into free-fall. The hulking motorhome lost its bearing, turned sideways and crashed onto its side with a deafening metallic thud. It screeched across the floor for several meters, rebounding off a concrete barrier before finally coming to a stand still.
Četař (Sergeant) Tibor Švec, Aktivní záloha (Army Reserve).
Tibor had taken a big risk by firing his weapon, but what choice did he have? There was no way the driver was going to stop for him, no matter what color his uniform was. Unfortunately, he'd gambled and lost spectacularly, and as the American-made camper van flipped onto its side and bounced off the bridge's concrete barrier, he knew it would be his last fuck up in a long history of them.
The noise alone would have drawn every infected for a hundred miles, and now his get-away vehicle was a ruin. Still, there was a good chance he'd find some food in there; people with that kind of money always had food.
He swept his rifle across the bridge - no hostiles, but a distant moan from behind reminded him that time was a factor. He started moving forwards, and then the camper van's door flew open, and an old man clambered out of it.
"What in damnation is your problem, son?" the old men yelled, fixing an ill suiting straw hat. "You crashed my truck! You shot at me! What the Heck is wrong with you!?"
Tibor put the man in his sights, "Get down from there," he managed in broken English. "And go back the way you came."
"I aint going nowhere, you bull headed moron," the old man retorted, though he had started to climb down from the driver's cab.
"I count to three. You still here, then I shoot. So sorry," Tibor yelled.
The old man cracked his knuckles, which to the Czech reservist was an amusing sight; he was easily a man of sixty, perhaps even seventy, with an obese build and a hunched back. If the world wasn't ending, Tibor would have found this all sad, but to Hell with that, it was every man for himself!
"Three," he called, reaffirming the grip on his rifle.
Considering my character is nine, she'll be excluded from this xD
Well now hang on, let's not be hasty. Let me just see what google defines harem as... alright, here we go:
(in former times) the separate part of a Muslim household reserved for wives, concubines, and female servants. "we were invited into the harem in the rear of the house" synonyms: women's quarters; More in Muslim societiesseraglio; zenana; gynaeceum; rareharemlik, serai
the women occupying a harem; the wives (or concubines) of a polygamous man. "the Maharaja of Delhi had a very fine harem of 18 young and nubile wives" a group of female animals sharing a single mate. "the dominant bulls gather a harem of anything from two to ten cows"
Oh.
Oh wow.
Yeah, no, yeah she's er, she's definitely excluded.
Yikes.
That's um, that was quite an obscure way to go Cow, you could've just said "brothel".
Pictures are acceptable as a base, foundation if you will, but unless a character can be exactly described by every attribute of the picture then I recommend you add a description in text. I find that this brings you deeper into a character, as you are molding them around your imagination, rather than around the image on your screen.
It doesn't have to be long, but enough to be human.
If you have characters in mind, please don't post CS's. I'd like you to post in the IC first, so that their actions will speak loud enough for their character to be engrained.
Finally, someone who agrees CS's aren't always necessary.
So er, you gonna limit the army and police types? Or we attacking this whole sale?
@Frengo Out of curiousity: are you looking to have a balanced number of males and females in the cast? I was planning for a female but I don't want you to have an overload of estrogen...
I'm a 21st century educated man that's all for affirmative action, and have no problem with a doomsday girl power scenario.
Truth be told, considering girls are half way to crazy anyway, they'll - I'M JOKING, don't lynch me, hahaha.
But no, in a serious and concise manner: The gender demographic of the group does in no way impact anything and I'm not fussed with how many boys and girls we end up with.
I Own Cows
